CHAPTER XVII

THE TORN LABELS Penteney strode forward and picked up the telegram; a moment later he passed it over to Hetherwick. "That's most unfortunate!" he exclaimed. "And unexpected, too! Of course, the fellow's slipped off to the Continent." Matherfield looked over Hetherwick's shoulder and read the message. "_Followed him down here last night. Put up at same hotel, but he slipped me and got clear away early this morning. Returning now._" "You should have employed two men, gentlemen," said Matherfield. "One's not enoug…