him that he dared not do that, since it would be to involve risks,
not for himself, but for others, that he simply dared not contemplate.

He felt that the police, even if they credited his story, which he
also felt that very likely they would not do, could not act on his
sole evidence.

And even if they did act and did arrest Deede Dawson, it was certain
no jury would convict on so strange a story, so entirely
uncorroborated.

The only result would be to strengthen Deede Dawson's position by
the warning, to show him his danger, and to give him the
opportunity, if he chose to use it, of disappearing and beginning
again his plots and plans after some fresh and perhaps more deadly
fashion.

"Whereas at present," he mused, "at any rate, I'm here and he
doesn't seem to suspect me, and I can watch and wait for a time,
till I see my way more clearly."

And this decision he came to was a great relief to him, for he
desired very greatly to know more before he acted and in especial
to find out for certain what was Ella's position in all this.

It was Deede Dawson's voice that broke in upon his meditations.

"Ah, you're busy," he said. "That's right, I like to see a man
working hard. I've got some new things for you I think may fit
fairly well, and Mrs. Dawson is going to get one of the attics