THE LONELY MOOR During the three hours which had elapsed since his departure from Darlington, Stoner had been thinking things over.

He had seen his friend Myler again that morning; they had had a drink or two together at the station refreshment room before Stoner's train left, and Myler had once more urged upon Stoner to use his fortunately acquired knowledge in the proper way.

No doubt, said Myler, he could get Mallalieu and Cotherstone to square him; no doubt they would cheerfully pay thousands where the reward only came to hundreds--but, when everything was considered, was it worth while?
No!--a thousand times, no, said Myler.

The mere fact that Stoner had found out all this was a dead sure proof that somebody else might find it out.

The police had a habit, said Myler, of working like moles--underground.