He would get himself disliked in the popular papers, but all the mugwumps would admire his moral courage.

I drew a mighty fine picture to myself of just the man I expected to find.

Then I started out to look for him.' Blenkiron's face took on the air of a disappointed child.

'It was no good.

I kept barking up the wrong tree and wore myself out playing the sleuth on white-souled innocents.' 'But you've found him all right,' I cried, a sudden suspicion leaping into my brain.
'He's found,' he said sadly, 'but the credit does not belong to John S.
Blenkiron.