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"Good evening, Mr Morgan," I said, settling the revolver

into my hand

There was no doubt about his surprise; he fell back,

staring atthe ha it at an," I said

pleasantly, and dropped to a sitting position on the wall

for greater ease in talking to him

He stood sullenly, the hath, while my revolver covered his head

"Now, if you please, I'd like to knohat youmy house!"

"Oh, it's you, is it, Mr Glenarave me a bad scare"

His air was one of relief and his teeth showed pleasantly

through his beard

"It certainly is I But you haven't answeredinhis head

"You're really fooling, Mr Glenarm I wasn't in

your house to-day; I never was in it in ht beard; his hat

was pushed back from his forehead so that I saw his

eyes, and he wore unmistakably the air of a man whose

conscience is perfectly clear I was confident that he

lied, but without appealing to Bates I was not prepared

to prove it

"But you can't deny that you're on rounds now,

can you?" I had dropped the revolver to ain

"Certainly not, Mr Glenarm If you'll allow me to

explain-"