'V, V, Three, Four One'

The initials v, v and under them the number three, four one were rudely scrawled in ink upon a card. The sergeant kept turning it over in his big fingers. It will want the best brains in the forth to get to the bottom of this thing. He raised the hand lamp and walked slowly round the room. Sure enough, he held down the light and the marks of muddy boots were very visible in the corner. Some one had been hiding here. That all seems clear enough. Couldn't we start out and scout the country before the fellow gets away? There are no trains before six in the morning, so he can't get away by rail. We'd best put