references to his public record, and expressed the view that such men as he were unfit to live. I said these things, and others as ill-considered, under the eyes, and very possibly within earshot, of half a dozen persons sitting on this veranda. I noticed them, in spite of my agitation, looking at me as I walked up to the hotel again after relieving my mind–for it undoubtedly did relieve it,' sighed Mr. Cupples, lying back in his chair.
'And Manderson? Did he say no more?'
'Not a word. He listened to me with his eyes on my face, as quiet as before. When I stopped he smiled very slightly, and at once turned away and strolled through the gate, making for White Gables.'
'And this happened—?'
'On the Sunday morning.'
'Then I suppose you never saw him alive again?'
'No,' said Mr. Cupples. 'Or rather yes–once. It was later in the day, on the golf-course. But I did not speak to him. And next morning he was found dead.'
The two regarded each other in silence for a few moments. A party of guests who had
