Just as the lodge keeper had said, the marshal, afoot and dusty, descended upon Mr.Barnes without ceremony.

The great lawyer was strolling about the grounds when his old enemy arrived.

He recognised the odd figure as it approached among the trees.
"Hello, Mr.Crow!" he called cheerily.

"Are you going to arrest me again ?" He advanced to shake hands.
"Yes, sir; you are my prisoner," said Anderson, panting, but stern.

"I know you, Mr.Barnes.It won't do you any good to deny it." "Come in and sit down.