We turned without comments and started on our journey back to the village.

The body was carried to the hotel to await the coroner's permission to take it home to Four-Pools.

There was nothing more for me to do, and with a heavy heart I mounted again to return to the plantation.
Scarcely had I left the stable yard when I heard hoofs pounding along behind me in the darkness, and Jim Mattison galloped up with two of his men.
"If you are going to Four-Pools we will ride with you," he said, falling into pace beside me while the officers dropped behind.

"I might as well tell you," he added, "that it looks black for Radnor.

I'm sorry, but it's my duty to keep him under arrest until some pretty strong counter-evidence turns up." "Where's Cat-Eye Mose ?" I cried.