There was nothing else to be learned, however, in the way of facts.

Mr.Coulson admitted that he had been a little nettled by his friend's odd manner during the voyage, and the strange way he had of keeping to himself.
"But, after all," he wound up, "Fynes was a crank, when all's said and done.

We are all cranks, more or less,--all got our weak spot, I mean.
It was secretiveness with our unfortunate friend.

He liked to play at being a big personage in a mysterious sort of way, and the poor chap's paid for it," he added with a sigh.
The reporter left his new-made friend a short time afterwards, and took a hansom to his office.

His newspaper at once issued a special edition, giving an interview between their representative and Mr.James B.
Coulson, a personal friend of the murdered man.