"That's a fact ?" Bryce hesitated, giving Folliot a searching look.

And Folliot nodded solemnly.

"I tell you, not mine!" he repeated.

"I'd naught to do with it!" "Then who had ?" demanded Bryce.

"Was it the other man--Flood?
And if so, who is Flood ?" Folliot got up from his chair and, cigar between his lips and hands under the tails of his old coat, walked silently about the quiet room for awhile.