"Well!--it is indeed a strange affair, and there'll be some stranger revelations yet.

I'd like to see this Mr.Lindsey--you're sure he'll come to you here ?" "Aye!--unless there's been an earthquake between here and Tweed!" I declared.

"He'll be here, right enough, Mr.Smeaton, before many hours are over.

And he'll like to see you.

You can't think, now, of how, or why, yon Phillips man could have got that bit of letter paper of yours on him?
It was like that," I added, pointing to a block of memorandum forms that stood in his stationery case at the desk before him.