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to have a head of some kind upon your shoulders, young woman. But it's all pretty thin, you know. Not much to go upon. And no use to us - as it stands.”
    “I'm perfectly aware of that.”
    “What d'you want, then?”
    “I want a job on your paper to investigate this matter.”
    “Can't do that. We've got our own special man on it.”
    “And I've got my own special knowledge.”
    “What you've just told me, eh?”
    “Oh, no. Lord Nasby. I've still got something up my sleeve.”
    “Oh, you have, have you? You seem a bright sort of girl. Well, what is it?”
    “When this so-called doctor got into the lift, he dropped a piece of paper. I picked it up. It smelt of moth-balls. So did the dead man. The doctor didn't. So I saw at once that the doctor must have taken it off the body. It had two words written on it and some figures.”
    “Let's see it.”
    Lord Nasby stretched out a careless hand.
    “I think not,” I said, smiling. “It's my find you see.”
    “I'm right. You are a bright girl. Quite right to hang on to it. No scruples about not handing it over to the police?”
    “I went there to do so this morning. They persisted in regarding the whole thing as having nothing to do with the Marlow affair, so I thought that in the circumstances I was justified in retaining the paper. Besides, the inspector put my back up.”
    “Short-sighted man. Well, my dear girl, here's all I can do for you. Go on working on this line of yours. If you get anything - anything that's publishable - send it along and you shall have your chance. There's always room for real talent on the Daily Budget. But you've got to make good first. See?”
    I thanked him, and apologized for my methods.
    “Don't mention it. I rather like cheek - from a pretty girl. By the way, you said two minutes and you've been three, allowing for interruptions. For a woman, that's quite remarkable! Must be your scientific training.”
    I was in the street again, breathing hard as though I had been running. I found Lord Nasby rather wearing as a new acquaintance.

The Man in the Brown Suit

Chapter 6
    I went home with a feeling of exultation. My scheme had succeeded far better than I could possibly have hoped. Lord Nasby had been positively genial. It only now remained for me to “make good,” as he expressed it. Once locked in my own room, I took out my precious piece of paper and studied it attentively. Here was the clue to the mystery.
    To begin with, what did the figures represent? There were five of them, and a dot after the first two. “Seventeen - one hundred and twenty-two,” I murmured.
    That did not seem to lead to anything.
    Next I added them up. That is often done in works of fiction and leads to surprising deductions.
    “One and seven make eight and one is nine and two are eleven and two are thirteen.”
    Thirteen! Fateful number! Was this a warning to me to leave the whole thing alone? Very possibly. Anyway, except as a warning, it seemed to be singularly useless. I declined to believe that any conspirator would take that way of writing thirteen in real life. If he meant thirteen, he would write thirteen. “13” - like that.
    There was a space between the one and the two. I accordingly subtracted twenty-two from a hundred and seventy-one. The result was a hundred and fifty-nine. I did it again and made it a hundred and forty-nine. These arithmetical exercises were doubtless excellent practice, but as regarded the solution of the mystery, they seemed totally ineffectual. I left arithmetic alone, not attempting fancy division or multiplication, and went on to the words.
    Kilmorden Castle. That was something definite. A place. Probably the cradle of an aristocratic family. (Missing heir? Claimant to title?) Or possibly a picturesque ruin. (Buried treasure?)
    Yes, on the whole I inclined to the theory of buried treasure. Figures always go with buried treasure. One pace to the right, seven paces to the left, dig one foot, descend twenty-two steps.