CHAPTER VII.--THE BAIT OF LAROSE.
During the ensuing three days a pleasant-looking old gentleman might often have been observed perambulating the main streets of Adelaide, the beautiful city of the plains. He seemed a jovial old chap, and was peculiarly dressed in a country sort of way. Anyone could have seen at once that the city was not his home.
He wore a lightish grey suit of a rather heavy cut, a big grey felt hat and a large collar of an old-fashioned style. His boots were stout and very square in shape, and it was obvious that comfort and not fashion had guided him in their selection. His hair was grey almost to whiteness, he had a heavy moustache and a small, pointed and well-trimmed beard. He wore large horn-rimmed glasses.
But his attire generally, would by no means have sugge
