The Man Who Knew

. So that it was possible for any man who troubled to jump the low stone wall which ran by t

, are few and far between. Constable Wiseman, of the Eastbourne constabulary, certainly was not curious. He paced his slow, moist

nset, though lowering rain clouds had so darkened the world that night had closed down

d of his beat and met

reported; "only old Minute's lights are

the sergeant, pulling his bic

on the treadle

but I don't think he

hen remarked: "Something

with his officer he could induce that loquacious gentleman to talk for a quarter of an hour, so much dull time might be passe

he sergeant, and pushed his machine to the pr

impress upon his subordinate's mind a point of

dangerous old

Wiseman, with the recollection of

d by 'dangerous' I mean that he's the sort of old fellow that wou

Mr. Wiseman at this revelati

t Smith

least, I've seen him. I was in Matabeleland with him, and I tell

errible life, sergeant," e

laughed

e," he

tion to influence. What that influence was none could say. It had been suggested that John Minute himself had secured him his sergeant's stri

for some technical offense, and had made it in fear and trembling, expecting his sergeant promptly to squash this attempt to persecute his pat

aid the sergeant suddenly, "and I'll ride up t

ooked for a long time toward the open French windows, and then, jumping the wall, made his way slowly across the lawn, avoiding

He sat in a deep armchair in his favorite attitude, his hands pushed into his pockets, his head upon his chest.

?" growled John Minut

rgeant, and he spoke

me

a large bookcase which half covered one wall. This was the "library," and it was filled with books of uniform binding which occupied the shelves. The books had been supplied by a great bookseller of London, and included-at Mr.

avy boots on the sodden mat outside

tty cozy, Jo

?" asked Minute,

our windows were open, and I felt it my duty to com

other steadily. "Your constable, as you call him,

ape. "I don't often trouble you, but somehow I had a feeling I'd l

I hope," said John

our hundred miles north of Gwelo,"

wn," said John Minute, "where the Cape government keeps hi

t Smith

that they have plenty of accommodation on the breakwater, John. The

ant?" asked Jo

her gr

nothing like the work we have in the Matabele mounted police, eh, John? But, Lord," he said, looking into the fire thoughtfully, "when I think how I stood up in the attorney's office at Salisbury and took my solemn oath that old Joh

wag?" asked John Minute. "I'd give a lot of money to see you blush, Crawley; and now, for about the fourteenth time, what do

d him with a mot

that you promised me my fair share over those Saibach claims. It i

paid," said Joh

for the surrender of your soul's

pe on his broad shoulders

per Henry Crawley, the lawbreaker, who spoke. "You are not going to satisfy me much longer

arts," said John Minute, "and I'l

me," were the last words of the s

motor car swung into the drive and pulled up before the dark doorway of the house. He was over the wall again in an i

ector," and wondered who was the guest. His curiosity was not to be satisfied, for by the time he had reached the

speech but of authoritative tone. This was Inspector Nash, of Scotland Yard, who was in charge of th

ponse to the telegraphed instructi

he news?"

found your Mr. Holland

acted a snapshot photograph. It represented a big motor car, a

llen out of the man's pocket. I made inquiries and found that it was taken by a small photographer in Putney, and that the man had called for the photographs about ten o'clock in the morning of the same day that he sent

uggest that this fe

ctor shoo

selves. I have been unable to identify him, except that he went by the name of Feltham and was an Australian. That was the name he gave to the photographer with whom he talked. You see, the photograph was taken in

lived in a lockup cottage some distance from Haslemere-evidently rather a swagger affair, because its owner had an electric cable and telephone wires l

the girl was a silent listener. It was not until very late

e said, "because I am getting

e, uncle?" she s

nod

to Jasper's study, and sh

," he said, "I spoke to you about your marriage, an

no

ncle, won't you tell me why you want me to delay my marriage for

mediately, but paced

r worried me when I was flush of money, never denied me when I was broke. Whenever he helped me, he was content with what reward I offered him. There was no 'fifty-fifty' with Bill Nuttall. He was a man who had no ambition, no avarice-the whitest man I have ever met. What I

huckled as at an

th a little less than sixp

ft, penetrating glances, as though he

rom me. I cannot tell whether it is true until I have heard from the engineers, who are now examining the property, and I cannot know that for a fortnight. May, you are a dear girl," he said, and laid his hand on her arm, "and I have looked after you

ureau, unlocked a drawe

r given him authority to bore. I have no recollection of his ever having told me anything of the so

it for a better ma

ined hi

get married for a for

is almost solemn entreaty. There had been no mistaking his earnestness or his sincerity. If he would only take her into his confidence-and yet she recognized and was surprised at the revelation that she did not want that confidence. She wanted

er dressing gown and went to the window. The rain had ceased, the clouds had broken and stood in black bars against the silver light

thought possibly he had gone to bed and left the light on, and her hand was on the knob to

efully with Mackensen, the accountan

-" demande

rank. He had access to the books. He was the only person who saw Rex Holland; he was the only o

d as though she would faint. She clutched t

n Minute slowly. "It is awful to believe that

y," said Jasper's vo

n the door and sto

hfully. "A horrible lie-and y

she turned, slamming