much excited, pointing and gesticulating, and taking turn about with
the glasses."

"About six o'clock, you say?" said Barnes, greatly interested.

"It was a quarter after six when I got back to the house. I spoke to
Mr. Bacon about what I'd seen and he said he believed they were German
spies, up to some kind of mischief along the Canadian border.
Everybody is a German spy nowadays, Mr. Barnes, if he looks cross-
wise. Then about half an hour later you came to the Tavern. I saw Roon
sneak out to the head of the stairs and listen to your conversation
with Jones when you registered. That gave me an idea. It was you they
were watching the road for. They saw you long before you got here, and
it was--"

Barnes held up his hand for silence. "Listen," he said in a low voice,
"I will tell you who they were looking for." As briefly as possible he
recounted his experience with the strange young woman at the cross-
roads. "From the beginning I have connected this tragedy with the
place called Green Fancy. I'll stake my last penny that they have been
hanging around here waiting for the arrival of that young woman. They
knew she was coming and they doubtless knew what she was bringing with
her. They went to Green Fancy to-night with a very sinister purpose in
mind, and things didn't turn out as they expected. What do you know
about the place called Green Fancy?"

He was vastly excited. His active imagination was creating all sorts
of possibilities and complications, depredations and intrigues.

Bacon was the one who answered. He drew the blanket closer about his