Miss there knows Hexendale well enough." "Hexendale is a valley--with a village of the same name in it--that lies about five miles away on the other side of the moors," said Avice.
"There's another line of railway there--this man Mrs.Hamthwaite speaks of could come and go by that." "Well," remarked Brereton presently, "we're very much obliged to you, ma'am, and I'm sure you won't have any objection to telling all this again at the proper time and place, eh ?" "Eh, bless you, no!" answered Mrs.Hamthwaite.

"I'll tell it wherever you like, master--before Lawyer Tallington, or the magistrates, or the crowner, or anybody! But I'll tell you what, if you'll take a bit of advice from an old woman--you're a sharp-looking young man, and I'll tell you what I should do if I were in your place--now then!" "Well, what ?" asked Brereton good-humouredly.
Mrs.Hamthwaite clapped him on the shoulder as she opened the door for her visitors.
"Find that tall man in the grey clothes!" she said.

"Get hold of him! He's the chap you want!" Brereton went silently away, meditating on the old woman's last words.
"But where are we to find him ?" he suddenly exclaimed.

"Who is he ?" "I don't think that puzzles me," remarked Avice.

"He's the man who sent the nine hundred pounds." Brereton smote his stick on the heather at their feet.
"By George!--I never thought of that!" he exclaimed.