Chapter 22
About half-past four o'clock one afternoon a tall, dark-complexioned man, wearing a white hat, inscribed his name in the register of the Wrayburn hotel. "Can you tell here Mr. Leech lives?" he inquired of the landlord. "He lives about a quarter of a mile from here. I can send some one with you to show you the house." Just then Herbert came downstairs from Mr. Cameron. "Herbert," said the landlord, "here is a gentleman wants to go to Squire Leech's. Would you mind showing him the way?" "I will do so with pleasure," said our hero, politely. "Are you ready to go now, sir?" "Yes," said the stranger. "Landlord, please assign me a room and have my bag carried up." "All right, sir." "Now, my lad, I am ready. It isn't far, is it?" "About five minutes' walk**** is all, sir." "I never was
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