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“I KNEW all along that it was M’gula,” said Bones to an admiring audience. “In the first place there was a patch of black mud, dear old officer, on the foot of his bed. That showed me two things—and this is where the jolly old art of deduction comes in—it showed me that he had come a long journey and—and—”

“That he’d been standing in mud,” said Hamilton helpfully.

“Exactly!” said the triumphant Bones. “Where did the mud come from?”

“From mud,” suggested Hamilton.

Bones clicked his lips impatiently.

“Dear old officer! Let me tell the story, please—that is, if you want to hear it.”

“I’m afraid, Bones, you’ve been forestalled—Bosambo has sent me two very long and detailed messages,” smiled Sanders. “According to him M’gula confessed under a primitive form of torture.”

Only for a second was Bones nonplussed.

“But who was it set his jolly old conscience working?” he demanded in triumph.