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CHAN’S breath came a little faster as he listened to this unexpected bit of news. Tarneverro was Denny Mayo’s brother! No wonder, then, that the fortune-teller had been so eager to learn from Shelah Fane the name of Mayo’s murderer. No wonder he had offered to help Chan to the limit of his ability in the task of finding out who had silenced Shelah just as she was, supposedly, on the point of telling.

And yet—had he carried out that promise to assist? On the contrary, he had evidently been placing in Chan’s way every obstacle possible. Puzzles, puzzles— Charlie put his hand to his head. This man Tarneverro was the king of mystery.

“Madam, what you say is very interesting,” the detective remarked. His eyes brightened. On one point, at least, light was breaking. “Will you be kind enough to tell me—was there resemblance in features between those two men?”

She nodded. “Aye, there was, though many people might not have noticed, because of the difference in age and coloring. Denny was blond, and Arthur very dark. But the first time I saw them, standing side by side in my kitchen, I knew they were brothers.”

Chan smiled. ‘You have contributed something to

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