Hayle had betrayed Kitwater and Codd in the cruellest fashion possible, and by so doing had condemned them to the most fiendish torture the mind of man could conceive.

Yet it was through his one good point, his weakness, if I might so describe it, that I was enabled to come to my first grip with him.
It was between the hours of two and three that I entered the gates of Brompton Cemetery and commenced my examination of the various graves therein contained.

Up one path I wandered and down another in search of the resting-place of the poor crippled sister of whom Gideon Hayle had been so fond.

It was a long time before I found it, but at last I was successful.

To my astonishment the stone was plainly a new one, and the grave was tastefully decorated with flowers.