“That's very thoughtful of you,” agreed Larose, “and I shall be most grateful.” He thought for a moment. “But if you don't mind I should like to wait in the little room where the photograph was. I want to study it again.”
And so it happened that about half an hour later a big burly man, with a large face of ruddy complexion, bustled into the room where Larose was, and eyed the ex-detective very keenly from under his shaggy brows.
“Good afternoon,” he said gruffly as he came forward to shake hands, “I know all about you, of course, and heard you give evidence once in the Texworthy murder case,”—he frowned as if he were not too pleased—“but what the deuce you want with me now, I don't understand. To my thinking, they've found out all they will find out about the trouble here, and I'm quite
