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Updated: July 8, 2025
I saw that Winkler turned pale as he took the note in his hand. It seemed to be only a few words written hastily on a card, thrust into an envelope. Winkler's teeth were set as he opened the letter. The messenger had already gone away." "Did you notice his number?" asked Dr. von Riedau. "No, I scarcely noticed the man at all. I was looking at Winkler, whose behaviour was so peculiar.
"Oh, sir, save him if you can save my poor nephew! I know he is innocent!" The little old lady sank back in her chair, gazing up at Commissioner von Riedau with tear-dimmed eyes full of helpless appeal. The commissioner looked thoughtful. "But the case is in the hands of the local authorities, Madam," he answered gently, a strain of pity in his voice. "I don't exactly see how we could interfere."
Dr. von Riedau handed Muller the message. The commissioner was evidently pleased and excited. The telegram read as follows: "Man arrested here in possession of described purse containing four ten gulden notes and four guldens in silver. Arrested in store of second-hand clothes dealer Goldstamm. Will arrive this evening in Vienna under guard."
Pedantic though he was, Commissioner von Riedau possessed sufficient insight to know the truth when it was presented to him with such conviction, and also sufficient insight to have recognised the gifts of the man before him. "But why... why?" he murmured, sinking back into his chair, and shaking his head in bewilderment. "Winkler was a miserable scoundrel, sir, a blackmailer.
Muller has to ask of you, as he is in charge of this case." "As far as I can remember, it happened three times," was Bormann's answer. "How close together?" "Why about once in every three or four months, I think." "That looks almost like a regular income," exclaimed Riedau. His eyes met Muller's, which were lit up in sudden fire. "Well, what are you thinking of?" asked the commissioner.
"I am not so sure that what you have said may not be of great value to us," said a voice behind them. Muller stood there, looking at Riedau with a glance almost of defiance. His eyes were again lit up with the strange fire that shone in them when he was on the trail.
But he hasn't said a word since we arrested him." Then followed the detailed report of the arrest, and the delivery of the described pocketbook to the commissioner. "Is that all?" asked Dr. von Riedau. "Yes, sir." "Then you may go home now, we will take charge of the man." The policeman bowed and left the room. A few moments later the tramp was brought in, guarded by two armed roundsmen.
It wasn't really very important, and it doesn't seem as if it could have anything to do with this murder and robbery; still it may be of some use." "Everything that would throw light on the dead man's life could be of use," said Dr. von Riedau. "Please tell us what it is you know." Fritz Bormann began: "Winkler came to the office as usual on Monday morning and worked steadily at his desk.
When Dr. von Riedau heard the reason of their coming, his interest was immediately aroused, and he pulled a chair to his side for the little thin man with whom he had been talking when the two strangers were ushered in. "Then you believe you could identify the murdered man?" asked the commissioner.
Klingmayer had given this key to Commissioner von Riedau at the latter's request and the commissioner had given it to Muller. The detective told the good woman not to bother about him as he wanted to make an examination of the place alone.
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