XXVI A RACE AGAINST TIME

XXVII FLIGHT AND PURSUIT

XXVIII BACK AT BITTERMEADS

XXIX THE ATTIC

XXX SOME EXPLANATIONS

XXXI CONCLUSION





CHAPTER I

THE LONE PASSENGER


That evening the down train from London deposited at the little
country station of Ramsdon but a single passenger, a man of middle
height, shabbily dressed, with broad shoulders and long arms and a
most unusual breadth and depth of chest.

Of his face one could see little, for it was covered by a thick
growth of dark curly hair, beard, moustache and whiskers, all
overgrown and ill-tended, and as he came with a somewhat slow and
ungainly walk along the platform, the lad stationed at the gate to