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Chapter 2 Differentiation

Tangent Lines and Their Slopes

1) Find the slope of the tangent line to the curve y = 4x - at the point (-1, 0).
A) -1
B) 2
C) 6

D)
E) -2
Answer: C
Diff: 1

2) Find the equation of the tangent line to the curve y = 2x - at the point (2, 0).
A) 2x + y - 4 = 0
B) 2x + y + 4 = 0
C) 2x - y - 4 = 0
D) 2x - y + 4 = 0
E) 2x + y = 0
Answer: A
Diff: 1

3) Find an equation of the line tangent to the curve y = 2x - at the point where x = 2.

A) 25y = 49x - 1
B) 5y = 49x + 1
C) 25y = 49x + 1
D) 25y = 41x + 1
E) 25x = 49y + 1
Answer: C
Diff: 2

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 Chapter 2: Differentiation
4) Find an equation of the line tangent to the curve y = + 1 at the point where x = 2.
A) y = 12x + 15
B) y = 12x -15
C) y = -12x -15
D) y = -12x + 15
E) y = 15x + 12
Answer: B
Diff: 2

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5) Find an equation of the line tangent to the curve y = at the point where x = 2.
A) y = -4x + 12
B) y = 4x - 4
C) y = -4x + 4
D) y = 4x + 4
E) y = 4x - 12
Answer: C
Diff: 2

6) Find an equation of the line tangent to the curve y = at the point where x = 11.
A) y = x +

B) y = x -

C) y = 4x -

D) y = 4x +

E) y = - x -
Answer: B
Diff: 2

7) Find an equation of the line tangent to the curve y = at the point (1, 3).
A) y = - x +

B) y = - x -

C) y = x+

D) y = x-
E) y = 3x - 10
Answer: A
Diff: 2

2-3
8) Let f(x) be a function such that = - 1. Find the slope of the line tangent to

the graph of f at the point (a, f(a)).

3
1-
-3
-1
-a+C

Answer: B
Diff: 1

9) Find the point(s) on the curve y = such that the tangent lines to the curve at those points
pass through (2, -12).
A) (6, 36) and (-2, 4)
B) (6, 36) and (2, 4)
C) (-6, 36) and (-2, 4)
D) (-6, 6) and (-2, 4)
E) (6, -36) and (-2, 4)
Answer: A
Diff: 2

10) Find the standard equation of the circle with centre at (1, 3) which is tangent to the line 5x -
12y = 8.
A) - =1
B) + =9
C) + =9
D) + =8
E) + =8
Answer: C
Diff: 2

2-4
11) If the line 4x - 9y = 0 is tangent in the first quadrant to the graph of y = + c, what is the
value of c?
A) -
B)

C)

D)

E)
Answer: B
Diff: 3

The Derivative

1) Using the definition of the derivative, find the derivative of f(x) = .

A)

B)

C)

D)

E)

Answer: D
Diff: 1

2-5
2) Find the derivative (x) of the function f(x) = .

A) -

B)

C) -

D) -

E)

Answer: A
Diff: 2

3) Find the tangent line to the curve y = at the origin.

A) y = - x
B) y = x
C) y = x

D) y = - x

E) y = x
Answer: C
Diff: 2

4) Where is the function f(x) = differentiable?

A) at every x ∈ (-∞, ∞)
B) at every x ∈ (-∞, 0) ∪ (0, ∞)
C) at every x ∈ (-∞, 3) ∪ (3, ∞)
D) at every x ∈ (-∞, 0) ∪ (0, 3) ∪ (3, ∞)
E) none of the above
Answer: C
Diff: 2

2-6
5) Find the equation of the straight line that passes through the point P(0,- 3) and is tangent to the
curve .
A) y = -3
B) y = 2x - 3
C) y = -3x
D) y = -x - 3
E) y = x - 3
Answer: B
Diff: 3

6) If f(x) = ( ), calculate f'(5) by using the definition of the derivative.

A)

B) -

C) -

D) -

E)
Answer: B
Diff: 2

7) Find the slope of the line tangent to the curve y = 1 at the point .
A)

B) -

C) -

D)

E)
Answer: C
Diff: 2

2-7
8) If f(x) = , calculate f'(-2) directly from the definition of the derivative.

A) 3
B) 3
C) -3
D) 4
E) 2
Answer: D
Diff: 2

9) Let g(x) be a function such that =- . Find (x).

A)

B) -

C) -

D)

E)

Answer: B
Diff: 1

10) Calculate the derivative of g(t) = + using the general power rule.
A) 101 - 99
B) 101 - 99
C) -101 - 99
D) 100 - 98
E) 101 + 99
Answer: A
Diff: 2

11) If f(x) is an even, differentiable function, then (x)

A) is an odd function.
B) is an even function.
C) is neither odd nor even.
D) may be either even or odd or neither.
Answer: A
Diff: 3

2-8
12) True or False: If the curve y = f(x) has a tangent line at (a, f(a)), then f is differentiable at
x = a.
Answer: FALSE
Diff: 3

13) True or False: If = -∞, then the graph of f has a tangent line at x = a.

Answer: TRUE
Diff: 3

14) True or False: If f is continuous at x = a, then f is differentiable at x = a.

Answer: FALSE
Diff: 3

15) True or False: If exists, then f is continuous at x = a.

Answer: TRUE
Diff: 3

16) True or False: The domain of the derivative of a function is the same as the domain of the
function.
Answer: FALSE
Diff: 3

Differentiation Rules

1) Differentiate f(x) = 10 .
A) 10
B) 50
C) 55
D) 50
E) 50x
Answer: B
Diff: 1

2) Find if y= 4 +3 + x - 6.
A) 16 - 9 + 1
B) 16 + 9 + 1
C) 16 + 9 + 1
D) 16 + 9 - 6
E) 16 + 9 - 5
Answer: C
Diff: 1

2-9
 Calculus, 9e
Chapter 2: Differentiation

3) Differentiate the function f(x) = (2 + 5)(3 - x).

A) 30 - 8 + 30x - 5
B) 30 - 8 + 30x + 5
C) 30 + 8 + 30x - 5
D) 30 + 8 - 30x - 5
E) 36 - 6
Answer: A
Diff: 2

4) Find the equation of the tangent line to the curve y = (2 - )(1 + + 3x) at the point (1, 5).
A) x - y + 4 = 0
B) x + y - 6 = 0
C) x - y - 4 = 0
D) 6x - y - 1 = 0
E) x + y + 4 = 0
Answer: A
Diff: 2

5) Find the points on the curve y = -6 + 4 where the tangent line is horizontal.
A) ( , -5) and (- , -5)
B) (0, 4), ( , -5), and (- , -5)
C) (0, 4), (- , 5), and ( , -5)
D) (0, 4), ( , -5), and (- , -5)
E) ( , 5) and (- , 5)
Answer: D
Diff: 2

6) Given g(x) =
which of the following statements is true?
A) g is differentiable at x = -1
B) g is not differentiable at x = -1
C) (-1) = -4
D) g is continuous at x = -1
E) g is continuous from the left at x = -1
Answer: B
Diff: 3

2-
7) Lines passing through the point (0, 2) are tangent to the graph of y = - . Find the points of
tangency.
A) (1, -1) and (-1, 1)
B) (2, -8) and (-2, -8)
C) (1, -1) and (-2, -8)
D) (2, -8) and (-1, 1)
E) (1, 1) and (-1, -1)
Answer: A
Diff: 3

8) Where does the normal line to the curve y = x - at the point (1, 0) intersect the curve a
second time?
A) (-2, -6)

B) (- , - )
C) (-1, -2)
D) (0, 0)
E) It does not intersect the curve a second time.
Answer: C
Diff: 3

9) Which of the following statements is always true?

A) If f is continuous at c, then it must be differentiable at c.
B) If f is differentiable at c, then it must be continuous at c.
C) If f is not differentiable at c, then it must be discontinuous at c.

D) If f(c + h) = f(c), then f must be differentiable at c.

E) All of the above
Answer: B
Diff: 2

10) How many tangent lines to the graph of y = -15 - 10 pass through the point (0, 2)?
A) 0
B) 1
C) 2
D) 3
E) 4
Answer: E
Diff: 3

2-10
11) Let f(x) = .
Find all values of the real number k so that f is differentiable at x = 1.
A) -2 and 1
B) 2 and -1
C) -2 and 2
D) only -2
E) only 2
Answer: D
Diff: 3

12) There are lines that pass through the point (-1, 3) and are tangent to the curve xy = 1. Find
all their slopes.
A) -1 and -9
B) -1 and 9
C) 1 and 9
D) 1 and -9
E) none of the above
Answer: A
Diff: 2

The Chain Rule

1) Find the derivative of .

A)

B)

C)

D)

E)

Answer: C
Diff: 1

2-11
2) Find the derivative of f(x) = .

A) -

B)

C)

D) -

E) -

Answer: A
Diff: 1

3) Differentiate the following function: f(x) = .

A)

B)

C)

D)

E) none of the above

Answer: C
Diff: 2

2-12
4) Differentiate the following function: f(x) = .

A) 14

B) -15

C) -16

D) 17

E) 3

Answer: B
Diff: 2

5) Find an equation of the line tangent to the curve y = at the point (-1, 1).
A) 27x - y + 28 = 0
B) 27x + y + 26 = 0
C) 27y - x - 28 = 0
D) 27y + x - 26 = 0
E) 9x - y + 10 = 0
Answer: A
Diff: 2

6) Use the values in the table below to evaluate (-2)

x f(x) (x) g(x) (x)

1 -2 6 3 0
-2 10 4 1 5
5 2 -8 0 8

Answer: 30
Diff: 2

7) Assuming all indicated derivatives exist, ( (c) is equal to

A) (g(c)) (c)
B) (c) g(c) + f(c) (c)
C) (c) (c)
D) (c)∘ (c)
E) ( (c))
Answer: A
Diff: 1

2-13
8) Let f(x) = (x - 2)( + 4x - 7). Find all the points on this curve where the tangent line is
horizontal.
A) and

B) and

C) and

D) and
E)
Answer: D
Diff: 2

9) Find . Simplify your answer.

A)

B)

C)

D) -

E)

Answer: C
Diff: 2

10) Where does the function f(x) = fail to be differentiable?

A) f(x) is differentiable everywhere.
B) at x = 0
C) at x = 1
D) at x = 0 and x = 1
E) none of the above
Answer: C
Diff: 2

11) True or False: The function f(x) = is differentiable at x = 0.

Answer: TRUE
Diff: 2

2-14
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CLAUDE DUVAL OF '95

A ROMANCE OF THE ROAD

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DIGBY, LONG & CO., PUBLISHERS, LONDON.

THE RED-HEADED MAN

 BY

FERGUS HUME

AUTHOR OF
"The Mystery of a Hansom Cab," "Claude Duval of '95," "A Masquerade
Mystery," "The Rainbow Feather," etc.

London
DIGBY, LONG & CO.
18 Bouverie Street, Fleet Street, E.C.

1899

CONTENTS

CHAP.
I. AN EXTRAORDINARY CRIME
II. THE BLONDE LADY
III. MR. TORRY'S THEORY
IV. THE DEAD MAN'S NAME
V. "DE MORTIUS NIL NISI BONUM"
VI. THE SECRETARY
VII. EVIDENCE AT THE INQUEST
VIII. THE ROBBERY
IX. CAPTAIN MANUEL
X. DONNA MARIA
XI. UNEXPECTED EVIDENCE
XII. A CHANCE MEETING
XIII. A SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
XIV. THE SECRET SOCIETY
XV. A WOMAN SCORNED
XVI. THE TURQUOISE RING
XVII. MORE MYSTERIES
XVIII. A STRANGE OCCURRENCE
XIX. ANOTHER PUZZLE
XX. THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS
XXI. DONNA MARIA EXPLAINS
XXII. THE LOCKET
XXIII. A CONFESSION
XXIV. A QUEER MESSAGE
XXV. THE MEETING IN HYDE PARK
XXVI. CONCLUSION

THE RED-HEADED MAN

 CHAPTER I

AN EXTRAORDINARY CRIME

Frank Darrel was a young man of twenty-five, with a sufficiency of

good looks, and a comfortable income of five hundred a year. Also
by way of employing his spare time, he was a realistic novelist of a
particularly new school, founded on the axiom that fact invariably
poaches on the domain of fiction. He neither conceived nor adopted,
but set down actual details of the life around him, with so rigid an
adherence to the truth that his published works read like police
reports re-written in decent English. In a word, he held the mirror up
to nature, and presented the reflection, beautiful or ugly, to the
criticism of the British public.

To preach thoroughly his gospel of art, as he conceived it, Darrel

lived in London, that microcosm of life in all its phases, good, bad,
and indifferent. Usually he worked in the morning, slept in the
afternoon, amused himself in the evening, and devoted the night
from twelve to five to exploring the deeps of the metropolitan ocean.
In a disguise of decent poverty more threadbare than ragged, this
enthusiast would exploit the dark corners of the Strand, penetrate
into Whitechapel slums, and explore the least-known recesses of the
City. On occasion he would view the West End and its civilised vices
by gaslight, make expeditions into suburbs of known respectability,
and, when weary of observing middle class virtue, would haunt less
reputable districts in search of character and adventure. All his
gleanings were then transmuted into vigorous prose, and figured,
under picturesque titles, as novels of fact improved into fiction. This
method of shifting the commonplace into romance was adopted by
one Honoré de Balzac, with a result known to all the intellectual
world. Darrel, with less genius than persevering observation, was a
disciple of that great man.

One evening late in the summer of last year, Darrel, disguised as a

respectable mechanic, found himself observing humanity within the
narrow limits of Drury-lane. The hour of midnight had just boomed
in twelve strokes from the towers of near churches, and the ragged,
hoarse-voiced crowd was beginning to thin into scattered groups.
Vendors of various wares had extinguished their flaring lights, and
had wheeled home their barrows. Playgoers, chattering about their
evening's pleasure, were disappearing into side streets; shops were
being closed; hotel-keepers were driving forth late customers more
or less intoxicated; and the whole machinery of the quarter's
civilisation was running down rapidly, to stop altogether somewhere
about the small hours of the morning. Frank, with a short pipe in his
mouth, and a keen eye in his head, stood observingly at a corner,
and took note of this slackening. It was at this moment that his
attention was attracted to a red-headed man.

This individual was tall and stout. He was dressed in a seedy suit of
greasy broadcloth; and his hair and beard were a violent red. He
seemed restless and ill at ease, passed and re-passed young Darrel,
looked into the window of a still open shop, glanced at a near
policeman with obvious nervousness, and conducted himself so
uncomfortably that the novelist began to watch him.

"That fellow wants to do something," he thought, "and can't make

up his mind to take the first step. I'll bet a criminal matter occupies
his thoughts. I'll keep my eye on him."

Shortly the red-headed man walked past Frank with a resolute air,
and disappeared down a dark lane to the left. Darrel, after some
hesitation was about to follow, when the creature returned, and
again, began his restless wanderings in the more populated lane.
Once or twice he paused near the policeman, as though wishing to
ask him some question, and once or twice his heart so failed him
that he turned away, with a look of anxiety. Then he caught sight of
Darrel, and advanced directly towards him; but again flinched and
wilted away. At once interested and puzzled, Frank turned to observe
the shop window, but in the meantime watched the red-headed man
out of the corner of his eye. His appearance and behaviour promised
an adventure.

For the third time this vacillating individual stepped up to the

policeman and almost opened his mouth to speak; but before he
could utter a word he shrank away, and placed himself at the shop-
window next to Frank. The young man, apparently indifferent, out of
diplomacy, became aware that he was being scrutinised; and judged
that the man was debating the advisability of speaking to him. The
next moment, his judgment proved correct.

"I beg your pardon," whispered the red-haired man in husky tones,
"but could you tell me the whereabouts of Mortality-lane?"

"It is close at hand," replied Frank readily. "I'll take you there if you
like."

"Thank you, no," said the other hurriedly; "just tell me where----"

"I can't explain," answered Darrel, cutting him short. "You would not
be able to find it in this network of streets. If you don't trust me, ask
that policeman to guide you."

The man winced and drew a quick breath, then looked again at
Frank. "You are an educated man," said he--"a gentleman."

"I might say the same of you," rejoined Darrel, who had noted the
refined accent of the man, "but that is neither here nor there.
Mortality-lane is to the left. Good-night, sir."
"Stay, stay!" cried the red-headed man as Darrel moved away. "I
trust you; please guide me to the place."

Ever sparing of words, Frank nodded and turned down a side street,
followed by his companion, who walked beside him in a cat-like way.
In the narrow street there was but scant light, as the gas lamps
were few and far between; still, the luminosity of the summer night
revealed to Darrel that his companion kept at a respectful distance
and had his right hand in the breast of his seedy coat. Evidently he
was nervous of his guide, and feared a sudden assault in some dark
corner. From this obvious fear Darrel concluded that his companion
was not a criminal; and, moreover, carried some valuables about him
which he dreaded might be stolen. On further reflection, the novelist
decided that the red-headed man was a disguised gentleman, who
was venturing into strange places and stranger company on some
disreputable errand. Darrel wondered what his purpose might be,
but did not think it advisable to ask questions; nor, as he mentally
admitted, had he the right to do so.

The two men walked onward in silence. The one a little in advance
of the other. Turning down one street, crossing a second, walking up
a third, they at length emerged into a small open space in which
stood three four-wheeled cabs. Opposite the first of these, on the
further side of the square, as it might be called, there was a narrow
alley, and to this Darrel pointed.

"Yonder is Mortality-lane," he said, "but it is not a very safe place for

a single person. If you like, I'll go down----"

"No--no," interrupted the red-headed man eagerly, "you have shewn

me where it is; that is all I wish to know."

"Are you not going down the lane?" asked Darrel in surprise.

"On the contrary, I am going home," replied the man; then adding in
an abrupt tone, "Good-night," he walked towards the first cab and
spoke a few words to the driver. Darrel saw that he gave the cabman
some money, then disappeared into the cab, closing the door after
him. For two or three minutes the driver occupied himself in taking
the blanket off his horse and adjusting the harness. Then he
mounted the box and drove off slowly in the direction of the Strand.

At once a wild desire came on Darrel to ascertain the reason of the

red-headed man's strange behaviour. Almost without thinking he
crossed over to the second cab and opened the door.

"Follow that first cab," said he to the driver, "and I'll give you half a
sovereign."

"Hullo!" replied the man, noting suspiciously the dress of his fare,
"wot's yer little game?"

"Police business worth half a sovereign," was Darrel's diplomatic

reply.

"Blimme, that's all right, sir," said the driver, accepting this
explanation with alacrity. "Jump in, an' I'll ketch up t'other keb in
two shakes!"

Confident that the driver would earn his money, Darrel lay back on
the cushions, and wondered what would be the outcome of his
pursuit. That the red-headed man should have turned away at the
very goal towards which he had requested guidance was most
extraordinary. If he had no special business in Mortality-lane, why
had he inquired for it? and if he had a reason for going, and his
reason was an innocent one, why did he not ask the policeman in
Drury-lane instead of applying to a complete stranger? Frank, ever
on the alert for romance, asked himself these questions, but could
find no answer to them. However, he hoped to gratify his curiosity
when he caught up with the stranger who was the cause of it--
provided the stranger was willing to afford an explanation.

The cab--presumably following the other vehicle--drove down Bell-

street, and turned into the Strand, now almost emptied of traffic. It
rolled along the thoroughfare as far as Trafalgar-square, then turned
down Northumberland-avenue, passed along the Embankment, and
up Arundel-street into the Strand again. Darrel was greatly puzzled
by this circular route--the more so when he found his cab driving up
Drury-lane. Then a sudden thought struck him.

"The red-headed man fancied I was watching him," he said to

himself, "and drove away to get rid of me. I should not be surprised
if the first cab, with him inside, returns to the entrance to Mortality-
lane."

This proved to be the case, for following almost the same route as
he had conducted the stranger, the first four-wheeler drove into the
little square and took up its old station at the mouth of the lane. But
by this time the third cab left behind had disappeared.

"'Ere y'are, sir!" said Darrel's driver, opening the door. "We've both
come back 'ome an' never stopped the whole bloomin' time. Carn't
mek out wot 'Enry's fare's bin arter."

Frank, as puzzled as the cabman, jumped out, and, walking to the

first vehicle, looked inside. To his surprise, the red-headed man had
vanished.

"Wot's wrong with moy keb, mister," said the gruff voice of the
driver.

"The man--the man with the red hair?" inquired the amazed Darrel.

"Oh, 'e's all right. Don't y' fret yerself about 'im. Wot y' poll-pryin'
'ere for, eh?"

"Y'd best taike care, 'Enry," remarked the other cabman, sauntering
up. "This gent's to do with the perlice."

The insolence of Henry gave place at once to respect. "Didn't know

you was a 'tec, sir. Might the cove with carrots be wanted?"
"He might be," said Darrel, not thinking it wise to disclaim the
profession attributed to him by the two cabmen. "When did he get
out?"

"Well, y' see, sir, he were never in, so to speak."

"What do you mean?"

"'Twas this way, sir. The carrots cove comes 'ere, an' sez: 'A man'--
you, sir--''e's follerin' me. I'll give y' five bob to let me pass through
yer keb an' down thet there lane. Then,' sez he, 'jes y' drive orf an'
drive back, an' y' can pick me up and taike me 'ome.' So while I was
talking the blannkit orf he whips in at one door, an' out of t'other,
and down thet lane like mad. I drives orf, an' larfs when I sees you
was follerin'. So 'ere I am back agin t' pick 'im up; but I don't see the
bloomin' cove," concluded Henry, with a glance round.

It was with great amazement that Darrel listened to the story of the
cabman. Strange indeed must have been the errand of the red-
haired man to Mortality-lane, when he was so suspicious of a
stranger and took such elaborate precautions against discovery. The
word discovery no sooner flashed into Darrel's brain than he
repeated it aloud. Discovery of what? With, perhaps, unpardonable
curiosity, Frank made up his mind to acquaint himself with the
reason of the man's strange conduct.

"Well," said he in reply to Henry, "I'll wait here with you until this
man reappears."

"Y'll wait by yerself, then," said Henry, getting on his box. "It's past
one o'clock, an', fare or no fare, I ain't a-goin to stay all night."

When he drove off Darrel was left alone with the other cabman, and
turned towards him in some perplexity. "Are you going too?" he
asked.
"Yes, sir. Moy missus'll be expecting me," replied the man; "But," he
added, taking down one of the cab lamps, "If y' think the gent's in
that lane I'll go down with yer, an' look him up. Then I can drive y'
both t' Bow-street."

With great alacrity Frank assented to this, and they went down the
middle of the lane. As the gas lamps were few, the cabman flashed
the light he carried from right to left. Mortality-lane is not very long,
and they were soon close to the end where it opens into Lincoln's
Inn Fields. Here the cabman uttered an oath as he stumbled over a
body. Darrel looked, and, in the circle of the light cast by the
carriage candle, beheld the red-haired man stone dead, with an ugly
wound over the heart.

CHAPTER II

THE BLONDE LADY

On Monday morning Darrel lingered over his breakfast, considering

the woful issue of his Saturday night's adventure. The alarm having
been given by Bike, the cabman, the police had taken charge of the
body and of the case and had requested Darrel to hold himself in
readiness to be called as a witness. But the novelist, although willing
to give evidence, wished to take a more active part in the matter. He
desired to learn the motive for the crime, to discover the criminal,
and ascertain by what means the murdered man had been lured to
his death in Mortality-lane. In a word, Darrel wanted to change from
spectator into actor, and to turn detective for the unriddling of this
extraordinary enigma. To him the experience as he conceived, would
be a liberal education in literary work.

While thus meditating, a card was brought to him inscribed, rather

abruptly, with the curt name, "Torry." Who he might be Darrel could
not guess, but the owner of this baronial appellation seemed to think
that it was sufficient to introduce him, as one not unknown to
renown. Somewhat amused by this hinted vanity, Darrel gave orders
that the visitor should be admitted, and speedily found himself face
to face with a short little man, smiling and voluble. Mr. Torry was
extremely stout, with a plump, red-cheeked face, clean-shaven; very
white teeth, and a fringe of scanty brown hair encircling a polished
bald head. At first sight he looked a kindly, frivolous creature, but a
closer inspection shewed that his eyes contradicted this opinion.
These were of a greyish-blue, keen and penetrating, and changed
colour in accordance with the emotions in their owner's mind. A man
with such eyes could not be a fool, and, with characteristic caution,
Darrel held his peace until the visitor should explain his business.

This was done in a moment.

"I have called," said Mr. Torry, taking a chair uninvited, "to see you
about this Mortality-lane affair."

"From Scotland Yard?"

"From New Scotland Yard, to be precise. I am Torry the detective,

and the case I spoke of has been placed in my hands for
elucidation."

"I am very glad to see you, Mr. Torry," cried Darrel eagerly, "and any
evidence I can give is at your disposal. But I have a favour to ask of
you."

"A favour!" cried Mr. Torry, in his turn, "Granted. I love doing
favours."
"Then do me this one," said Frank. "Let me assist you in the conduct
of this case."

Mr. Torry's eyes flashed like steel, and his mouth shut with a snap on
the curt query: "Why?"

"Well," said Darrel slowly, "you see, I am a novelist who tries to set
forth things as they are, for the benefit of the B. P. I have written
one or two detective novels, and have explained the mysteries of
divers crimes, simply because, in the first instance, I invented those
crimes. To parody Gilbert's song, I made the crime fit the discovery,
and, so to speak, built up a house of cards, to be knocked down in
the final chapter. Now here, Mr. Torry," pursued the young man with
uplifted finger, "here is a crime in actual life, of chance's own
making, which I, not having conceived, cannot elucidate. I,
therefore, wish to set my wits to work, in order to learn if they will
serve me as well in fact as they have done in fiction. I desire to take
an active part in the working out of this real problem, to see if my
literary method of detective analysis is correct. On these grounds--
purely selfish ones, I fear--I ask you to let me assist you."

Mr. Torry, who had listened to this long speech with his head on one
side like an elderly bird, nodded at its conclusion. "I need not take
time to consider your request," said he briskly; "you shall be my
right hand if you will; but"--more gravely--"on one condition."

"And that is?----"

"That you let me guide you in every way, and that you take no step
without consulting me."

"Surely! I am only too glad to bow to your experience and

judgment."

"Then that settles it; we are partners. Your hand, Mr. Darrel," and
novelist and detective shook hands on their agreement.
After coming to this conclusion, they settled themselves to discuss
the important matter which had brought them together.

"Our task is to find out who killed this red-haired man, I suppose?"
said Darrel slowly.

"Well, not exactly, sir. You see, I know who killed him," replied the
detective, nodding.

Frank jumped to his feet. "You know who killed him?" he cried in
amazement.

"Yes. A lady with fair hair."

"Are you sure?"

"Going by circumstantial evidence, I am.

"But are you sure? How do you know? Is she arrested?" The
questions poured out of Darrel's mouth until Torry stopped him with
a gesture.

"She is beyond the power of the law," said he.

"She is--dead."

"Dead!" cried Darrel, recoiling.

"Murdered."

"Another crime?"

"Precisely; and committed within an hour of the other. Red-hair was

murdered, presumably, between the hours of twelve and one
o'clock. Fair-hair was stabbed between one and two, also
presumably."

"It seems all presumption, Mr. Torry."

"Naturally," replied the detective, "and must continue so, until the
post-mortem examination, which takes place to-morrow at three."

"Where was the woman's body found?"

"On the Embankment, to be precise," added Torry using his favourite

phrase. "The corpse was discovered on the steps of Cleopatra's
Needle leading down to the water."

"Oh!" said Darrel thoughtfully; "then the presumption is that the

assassin tried to throw the body of his victim into the river?"

"I think so; but probably he was interrupted while dragging it down
the steps and was forced to fly."

"Who found the body?"

"A tramp who went to wash his hands in the river at six o'clock in
the morning. I was busy examining the clothes of the red-haired
man, when I heard of this new murder. Learning that it was a
woman, I hurried off to view the body."

"Had you any particular reason for this haste?" asked Frank.

"I had a theory," rejoined Torry reflectively. "Rather far-fetched, to

be sure; still a feasible theory. See here!"

From his breast the detective produced a narrow strip of black lace
much torn, and threw it on the white cloth of the breakfast-table.
Darrel looked at it casually, and then glanced inquiringly at Torry.

"That lace," explained Torry, "was in the left hand of the red-haired
man; therefore I judged that when stabbed by the assassin he put
out his hand to ward off the blow and mechanically clutched at the
garments of his assailant. Now men do not wear lace, so I naturally
concluded that the person who killed him was a woman. You follow
me?"
Darrel nodded. "Yes, your theory is a natural one. But how did you
connect the one woman with the other?"

"Well," said Torry, smoothing his bald head in a puzzled manner,

"you have me there, for I don't exactly know how I can explain my
idea. It was a flash of genius, I suppose. I thought it peculiar that a
man should have been murdered by a woman, and then, on the
same night, that a woman should have been killed also. The man
was stabbed to the heart; the woman was stabbed to the heart. The
first was killed in Mortality-lane; the second on the Embankment, no
very great distance away. All these facts made me fancy that the one
crime might be the outcome of the other."

"I don't wonder at your fancy," said Darrel; "with coincidences the
same thought would have occurred to me. So you went to look at
the woman's body?"

"Yes; and I found lace on her mantle similar to that; also half a yard
torn off the front. There is about half a yard there," said Torry,
pointing to the lace on the table; "in fact, I have no doubt but that
the woman murdered the man."

"It seems like it," assented Darrel; "but who murdered the woman?"

"Ah! that is the problem we have to solve, Mr. Darrel. There is no

mark on the woman's linen, no letter in her pocket, no name on her
handkerchief. She seems to have been a well-to-do woman, in easy
circumstances, as her clothes are of good material and well made.
How to establish her identity I really do not know; there there is
absolutely no point whence one can start."

"Why not start from the red-headed man?" suggested Frank.

"Why," said Torry, pinching his chin between thumb and forefinger, "I
might do that if he had not been disguised."

"Disguised?"
"Yes; the red hair is a wig, the red beard is false. The deceased is a
gentleman of some age nearer sixty than fifty. He has a plump face
and a bald head with a fringe of white hair--something like me," said
Mr. Torry in parenthesis, "only my hair is brown. The man is clean-
shaven and has several teeth stopped with gold."

"You think he is--or rather was--a gentleman?"

"I'm sure of it. His hands and feet are carefully attended to, and his
linen is beyond reproach."

"Ha! His linen. Is there no mark on it?"

"There is. He changed his outward garments, but not his linen or
socks--which shows that he was an amateur in disguising himself. A
man who was in the habit of masquerading for evil purposes would
have changed from top to toe. But this poor creature, not expecting
to be murdered, never thought it was necessary to change anything
but his outward aspect."

"Is there a name on his shirt, then?"

"No; there are initials. On his shirt, his undershirt, his pants, and on
his socks are two letters, 'J.G.'"

"The initials of his name."

"I should think so," replied Torry. "All his underclothes are in good
taste and of an expensive quality. I judge him to be a rich man."

"You speak of him in the present instead of the past," said Darrel
grimly. "He is not a man now, but a thing. Well, Mr. Torry, can't you
trace his identity by those initials?"

"Doubtless; especially as the name of the firm who made the shirt is
stamped on the neck of it--Harcot and Harcot, of Bond-street. Oh, I
don't think there will be any difficulty in identifying the man; but it
will be more difficult to discover the name of the woman."

"I don't think so," argued Darrel. "The one crime includes the other.
Find out the motive of the woman in killing the man, and you will
doubtless be led to discover the reason she was killed herself. I
should begin from the clue of the initials."

"Perhaps I will," said Torry thoughtfully; "and failing that clue, I'll try
the other."

"The other! What other?"

"Why," said the detective, looking directly at his companion, "the

clue of the Blue Mummy."

CHAPTER III

MR. TORRY'S THEORY

"The Blue Mummy," repeated Darrel wonderingly; "what do you

mean?"

"Why!" said the detective, "I should rather say, the clue of the two
Blue Mummies. Here they are."

Out of his pocket, Torry produced two little clay images in the shape
of mummies, each six inches in length, and coloured a deep blue.
The lifeless faces, the swathings and bandages of the rigid forms,
were perfectly modelled in clay, and on the breast of each was a
representation of the sun rayed round with spiral flames. These idol-
s--as they doubtless were--appeared to be of great antiquity, and
were, undoubtedly, fine specimens of ceramic art. That the relics of
a dead and gone civilisation should be connected with a modern
criminal case, amazed Frank not a little.

"Egyptian workmanship without doubt," said he, examining one of

the little figures, "although I am not learned in such matters. Where
did you get them?"

"One was found in the pocket of the dead woman, the other on the
ground near the body of the man. Another proof, to my mind, that
there is a connection between the two crimes."

"Curious," murmured Darrel, his eyes fixed on one of the images. "I
wonder what they symbolise. If we could learn we might discover
the motive for this double crime."

"You don't know the meaning of these idols, I suppose, sir?"

Darrel shook his head. "No," said he, "but I am acquainted with an
Egyptologist who might tell us all about them. I'll take them to him if
you like, Mr. Torry."

"Take one, as they are precisely the same," replied the prudent
detective, "and ask your friend what it represents; some god no
doubt. But look here, Mr. Darrel," added Torry in a livelier tone, "I
have answered all your questions, now you must reply to some of
mine."

"Willingly. What is it you wish to know?"

"Tell me all that took place, from the time you saw the red-headed
man in Drury-lane until the moment you discovered his dead body."

To this natural request Darrel assented at once, and narrated his

Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, adventure in Drury-lane.
The detective listened in silence, his keen eyes fixed on the narrator,
and when Darrel ceased he put a series of questions to him, noting
the replies to the same in a little book. It may be here remarked that
Mr. Torry used a cypher known to no one but himself; so, even if he
lost his pocket-book, there was no chance of its contents becoming
known.

"You say that this man spoke like an educated gentleman?"

"Certainly; his accent was most refined."

"At what time did he address you first?"

"Shortly after twelve o'clock."

"How long did it take you to walk to Mortality-lane?"

"Ten minutes, more or less, I should think. Altogether it was twenty

minutes past midnight when he left me."

"The drive to throw you off the scent took some time, I suppose?"

Darrel calculated. "About forty minutes, more or less," he said. "We

got back to Mortality-lane shortly after the clock struck one. Then I
had some talk with the cabman who had misled me, according to
instructions, and I remember him saying he was going home,
because it was after one o'clock."

"Then the murder must have been committed between half-past

twelve and one o'clock in the morning?"

"Yes, I am sure it was. Bike and myself found the corpse shortly
after one o'clock. It was still warm," said Darrel, with a shudder.

"The red-haired man was not at his ease with you, I suppose?"

"On the contrary, he kept a safe distance between us, and all the
time he had his right hand in the breast of his coat."
"Oh, that was a revolver," said Torry indifferently, "we found it when
the body was searched. But," added the detective with emphasis,
"we did not find the valuables he carried."

"Valuables! What valuables?"

"I can't say. Papers, or jewels, or money; one of the three, I am

certain!"

"But what reason have you to think that he carried valuables?" asked
Darrel becoming the questioner in his turn.

Torry shrugged his plump shoulders. "He wouldn't have carried a

revolver else," he remarked.

"That might have been to protect himself against bad characters,

such as he suspected me to be," objected Frank captiously.

"No," replied Torry decisively, "I don't think so. He purposely

assumed shabby clothes so that there would be nothing in his
appearance to suggest that he was worth robbing. A threadbare
vagrant slinking through the midnight streets, would attract no
notice save that of a policeman, and he would not dare to use his
revolver in that case."

"Why not?" asked Darrel rather obtusely.

"Because he would have run the risk of arrest, and his real name--
which, obviously, he was anxious to conceal--would have come out.
No, Mr. Darrel, the dead man had some valuable object, or perhaps,
some money, in his possession, and carried the revolver to protect
himself against possible robbery; and that supposition," concluded
the detective, rubbing his plump knees "efbrings me to my theory."

"To your theory?"

Torry pointed to the image held by Darrel, "To be precise I should
say to my clue--the clue of the Blue Mummy."

"I don't quite see how you bring this into the matter."

"Well," said Torry, "it is all theory, I admit; but my belief is this: The
red-haired man carried some valuables, money, jewels, or papers, to
the woman in Mortality-lane. When he delivered up the jewel--for
the sake of clearness we'll say jewel--she gave him the Blue
Mummy."

"Why?"

"As a kind of receipt, I suppose. Red-hair took the image in his right
hand intending to put it into his pocket. At that moment, having the
jewel in her possession, the woman struck at him with the knife she
carried, and he, thrusting out his left hand to protect himself, caught
at and tore the lace of her mantle. Naturally, as he had received his
death-wound--he was stabbed to the heart, you know--the Blue
Mummy fell from his clasp and was found on the ground near his
body."

"Very ingenious," admitted Darrel sceptically, "But pure theory."

"No doubt. Every detective must theorise to some extent, in order to

have a basis to work on. But you must admit that my theory is a
feasible one."

"Certainly, but as regards this second Blue Mummy."

"Oh! I believe that, after committing the murder, this woman went
off to meet her assassin near Cleopatra's Needle. She gave him the
jewels which he doubtless expected to receive, and he gave her, also
as a receipt, the image of the second mummy. This she put in her
pocket, and was turning away when he stabbed her. Then he tried to
throw the body into the water, but, being interrupted, fled, leaving
the work undone."
"But," objected Darrel, finding flaws with the true instinct of
criticism, "why do you suppose that the assassin gave this image to
his victim? in the other case when she was the assassin, she gave
the mummy to red-hair; it is possible, therefore, that she had this
second one in her pocket."

"Not if my theory is correct," retorted Torry, nettled. "The woman

gave the mummy to red-hair as a receipt for the jewel; in her turn
she received the second figure on delivering up the jewel to her
assassin.

"Well, admitting as much, why having obtained what he wanted,

should he have killed her?"

"Find out that and I'll find the murderer," said Torry grimly. "Well, Mr.
Darrel, here is your detective novel in real life. What do you think of
the plot provided by chance?"

"Plot!" echoed Darrel. "I should rather call it a riddle--and one quite
impossible to guess."

"Ah, sir, you'll never make a detective if this mystery discourages you
so early."

"But I don't see how you intend to begin."

"Well," said Torry, "in the first place there is the clue of the initials.
I'll go to that shop in Bond-street and find out what the letters 'J.G.,'
stand for. Thus I may arrive at the identity of the man, and thereby
be able to learn about his past life. In his past life I may discover the
motive for the crime. In itself the marked shirt is a good starting
point, but there is also the clue of the four-wheeler."

"The four-wheeler?" repeated Frank. "The one driven by Henry

which the red-haired man used as a blind, or the second owned by
Bike in which I followed?"
"Neither. I am alluding to the third cab which was not on the stand
when you returned at one o'clock."

"I don't see what that cab has to do with the business."

"Mr. Darrel! Mr. Darrel!" cried Torry gently. "You may be a good
novelist, but, if you'll pardon my saying so, sir, you are a very bad
detective. Is it not reasonable to suppose that the woman, anxious
to get as far as possible from the scene of her crime would come up
Mortality-lane and jump into the third cab? Also you must not forget
that she had a rendezvous at Cleopatra's Needle, and, perhaps had
to drive quickly to be in time."

"Yes; but coming into contact with a cabman she ran the risk of
being--recognised. She must have known that when the murder was
discovered the police would probably guess her flight in the four-
wheeler, and inquire about her from the driver. He would give her
description and----"

"Oh, that is very well!" said Torry, dismissing this objection with a
wave of his plump hand, "but the woman never guessed for a
moment that chance would intervene; and that by means of her
death we should obtain evidence of her crime. She thought she
would escape scot-free; also I daresay she was disguised. Or it
might be that she was too agitated to pay attention to the risk she
ran.

"Anyhow, I am certain that she used the third cab to get away; and
I am going to look up the driver."

"How will you find him?"

"By questioning Henry and Bike. Moreover, he may be on the cab-

stand himself. I tell you what. Mr. Darrel," cried Torry, getting on his
short legs, "let us make a division of labour. You go to Harcot and
Harcot in Bond-street to find out what is the name attached to the
letters, 'J.G.,' and I'll see to the cabman."
"Very good, Mr. Torry. When and where am I to see you?"

The detective pencilled an address on his card, and threw it across

the table. "My private office, where we won't be disturbed," said he.
"Eighty Craven-street, Strand. Come at four o'clock this afternoon.
By the way, you might then be able to give me some information
about the idol there."

"I'll try," said Darrel. "My friend lives near the British Museum, so I
shall have time to run up and see him. But there is one thing you
are not certain of yet."

"Sir," replied Mr. Torry drily, "there are many things of which I am
not certain. But this special thing----"

"You don't know if the individual who killed the woman at

Cleopatra's Needle is male or female."

"A male--a man, I'll stake my professional reputation on it."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Why?" echoed the detective, "because the woman ran too great a
risk in committing the murder--she would only risk so much for a
man."

CHAPTER IV.

THE DEAD MAN'S NAME

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