"I came to tell you--on seeing that Glassdale had been with you.

Because--I was with Glassdale this morning." Folliot made no answer.

But Bryce saw that his cool, almost indifferent manner was changing--he was beginning, under the surface, to get anxious.
"When I left Glassdale--at noon," continued Bryce, "I'd no idea--and I don't think he had--that he was coming to see you.

But I know what put the notion into his head.

I gave him copies of those two reward bills.
He no doubt thought he might make a bit--and so he came in to town, and--to you." "Well ?" asked Folliot.
"I shouldn't wonder," remarked Bryce, reflectively, and almost as if speaking to himself, "I shouldn't at all wonder if Glassdale's the sort of man who can be bought.