But I'm inclined to think, Mr.Hugh," he continued, drawing me aside, "that even though they didn't rob the man of his money and valuables, they took something else from him that may have been of much more value than either." "What ?" I asked.
"Papers!" said he.

"Look at the general appearance of the man! He's no common or ordinary sort.

Is it likely, now, such a man would be without letters and that sort of thing in his pockets?
Like as not he'd carry his pocket-book, and it may have been this pocket-book with what was in it they were after, and not troubling about his purse at all." "They made sure of him, anyway," said I, and went out of the room where they had laid the body, not caring to stay longer.

For I had heard what the doctor said--that the man had been killed on the spot by a single blow from a knife or dagger which had been thrust into his heart from behind with tremendous force, and the thought of it was sickening me.
"What are you going to do now ?" I asked of Chisholm, who had followed me.
"And do you want me any more, sergeant ?--for, if not, I'm anxious to get back to Berwick." "That's just where I'm coming with you," he answered.

"I've my bicycle close by, and we'll ride into the town together at once.