Are you that Glassdale ?" "The same, Mr.Folliot," answered the visitor, promptly.
"Then you knew Braden--the man who lost his life here ?" asked Folliot.
"Very well indeed," replied Glassdale.
"For how long ?" demanded Folliot.
"Some years--as a mere acquaintance, seen now and then," said Glassdale.
"A few years, recently, as what you might call a close friend." "Tell you any of his secrets ?" asked Folliot.
"Yes, he did!" answered Glassdale.
"Anything that seems to relate to his death--and the mystery about it ?" inquired Folliot.
"I think so," said Glassdale.

"Upon consideration, I think so!" "Ah--and what might it be, now ?" continued Folliot.

He gave Glassdale a look which seemed to denote and imply several things.

"It might be to your advantage to explain a bit, you know," he added.

"One has to be a little--vague, eh ?" "There was a certain man that Braden was very anxious to find," said Glassdale.