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           Buttheinspectorwasmistaken,forthosecriminalswerenotdestinedtofallintothehandsofjustice. AswerolledintoEyfordStationwesawagiganticcolumnofsmokewhichstreamedupfrombehindasmallclumpoftreesintheneighbourhoodandhunglikeanimmenseostrichfeatheroverthelandscape. 

           "Ahouseonfire?"askedBradstreetasthetrainsteamedoffagainonitsway. 

           "Yes,sir!"saidthestation-master. 

           "Whendiditbreakout?" 

           "Ihearthatitwasduringthenight,sir,butithasgotworse,andthewholeplaceisinablaze." 

           "Whosehouseisit?" 

           "Dr.Becher’s." 

           "Tellme,"brokeintheengineer,"isDr.BecheraGerman,verythin,withalong,sharpnose?" 

           Thestation-masterlaughedheartily. "No,sir,Dr.BecherisanEnglishman,andthereisn’tamanintheparishwhohasabetter-linedwaistcoat. Buthehasagentlemanstayingwithhim,apatient,asIunderstand,whoisaforeigner,andhelooksasifalittlegoodBerkshirebeefwoulddohimnoharm."