"Here's a man in possession of an old history of Barthorpe.

Barthorpe is a small market-town in the Midlands--Leicestershire, I believe, of no particular importance that I know of, but doubtless with a story of its own.

Why should any one but a Barthorpe man, past or present, be interested in that story so far as to carry an old account of it with him?
Therefore, I conclude this stranger was a Barthorpe man.

And it's at Barthorpe that I should make inquiries about him." Simpson Harker made no remark, and Bryce remembered what Mr.Dellingham had said when the book was found.
"Oh, I don't know!" he replied carelessly.

"I don't see that that follows.