t. Humph,
hey! did you speak?"

He turned quickly on George who had certainly uttered an ejaculation,
but receiving no reply, went on with his task, completing it with a care
and a disregard of their presence which showed him up in still another
light.

But even his hardihood showed shock, when, upon turning round with a
brisk, "Now I'm ready to talk," he encountered again the clear eye of
Sweetwater. For, in the person of this none too welcome intruder, he saw
a very different man from the one upon whom he had just turned his back
with so little ceremony; and there appeared to be no good reason for the
change. He had not noted in his preoccupation, how George, at sight of
his stooping figure, had made a sudden significant movement, and if he
had, the pulling of a necktie straight, would have meant nothing to him.
But to Sweetwater it meant every thing, and it was in the tone of one
fully at ease with himself that he now dryly remarked: "Mr. Brotherson,
if you feel quite clean; and if you have sufficiently warmed yourself,
I would suggest that we start out at once, unless you prefer to have me
share this room with you till the morning."

There was silence. Mr. Dunn thus addressed attempted no answer; not for
a full minute. The two men were measuring each other--George felt that
he did not count at all--and they were quite too much occupied with
this task to heed the passage of time. To George, who knew little, if
anything, of what this silent struggle meant to either, it seemed that
the detective stood no show before this Samson of physical strength and
intellectual power, backed by a pistol just within reach of his hand.
But as George continued to look and saw the figure of the smaller man
gradually dilate, while that of the larger, the more potent and the
better guarded, gave unmistakable signs of secret wavering, he slowly
changed his mind and, ranging himself with the detective, waited for
the word or words which should explain this situation and render
intelligible the triumph gradually becoming visible in the young
detective's eyes.

But he was not destined to have his curiosity satisfied so far. He might
witness and hear, but it was long before he understood.

"Brotherson?" repeated their host, after the silence had lasted to the
breaking-point. "Why do you call me that?"

"Because it is your name."

"You called me Dunn a minute ago."

"That is true."

"Why Dunn if Brotherson is my name?"

"Because