Bassett himself was helpless. He stood by, watching the fire of his own

igniting, conscious of the curious scrutiny of the few hotel loungers

who remained, and expecting momentarily to hear of Dick's capture. It

must come eventually, he felt sure. As to how Dick had been identified,

or by what means he had escaped, he was in complete ignorance; and an

endeavor to learn by establishing the former entente cordiale between

the room clerk and himself was met by a suspicious glance and what

amounted to a snub. He went back to his chair against the wall and sat

there, waiting for the end.

It was an hour before the sheriff returned, and he came in scowling.

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"I'll see you now," he said briefly, and led the way back to the hotel

office behind the desk. Bassett's last hope died when he saw sitting

there, pale but composed, the elderly maid. The sheriff lost no time.

"Now I'll tell you what we know about your connection with this case,

Bassett," he said. "You engaged a car to take you both to the main line

to-night. You paid off Clark's room as well as your own this afternoon.

When you found he was sick you canceled your going. That's true, isn't

it?"

"It is. I've told you I knew him at home, but not as Clark."

"I'll let that go. You intended to take the midnight on the main line,

but you ordered a car instead of using the branch road."

"Livingstone was sick. I thought it would be easier. That's all." His

voice sharpened. "You can't drag me into this, Sheriff. In the first

place I don't believe it was Clark, or he wouldn't have come here, of

all places on the earth. I didn't even know he was here, until he came

into my room this morning."

"Why did he come into your room?"

"He had seen that I was registered. He said he felt sick. I took him

back and put him to bed. To-night I got a doctor."

The sheriff felt in his pocket and produced a piece of paper. Bassett's

morale was almost destroyed when he saw that it was Gregory's letter to

David.

"I'll ask you to explain this. It was on Clark's bed."

Bassett took it and read it slowly. He was thinking hard.

"I see," he said. "Well, that explains why he came here. He was too sick

to talk when I saw him. You see, this is not addressed to him, but to

his uncle, David Livingstone. David Livingstone is a brother of Henry

Livingstone, who died some years ago at Dry River. This refers to a

personal matter connected with the Livingstone estate."




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