'Out with it then. You were in that drive?'

'Yes.'

'You went down with Rogers and Shine?'

'I didn't.'

'Very well, my boy, how did you go?'

'Went by myself. Out of a drive what I know into the Red Hand workin's,
an' down the Red Hand ladders.'

'But why? Go ahead--why?'

'To--to drag Harry out o' the water.'

There were three distinct gasps at this, and even the detective's eyelids
went up a trifle.

'Go on, Dick.'

Now having started, Dick told his story in full. The incidents were not
told consecutively, and he needed considerable cross-examining before the
tale was properly fitted together and his audience of four had grasped
the full details. Then Mrs. Hardy arose from her seat and moved towards
him somewhat unsteadily; knelt by his side, took him in her arms softly
and quietly, kissed him, and said in a very low voice: