e name
_Tamba Maru_."

"In case of questioning like that, Mr. Eaton, it makes no difference
whether you said it or I supplied it in your hearing. If you didn't
correct me, it was because you wanted me to get a wrong impression
about you. You can take notice that the only definite fact about you
put down on this paper has proved to be incorrect. You weren't on the
_Tamba Maru_, were you?"

"No, I was not."

"Why didn't you say so while Mr. Standish was here?"

"I didn't know how far you had taken him into your confidence in this
matter."

"You did come from Asia, though, as your railroad ticket seemed to
show?"

"Yes."

"From where?"

Eaton did not answer.

"From Yokohama?"

"The last port we stopped at before sailing for Seattle was
Yokohama--yes."

Connery reflected. "You had been in Seattle, then, at least five days;
for the last steamer you could have come on docked five days before the
_Tamba Maru_."

"You assume that; I do not tell you so."

"I assume it because it must be so. You'd been in Seattle--or at least
you had been in America--for not less than five days. In fact, Mr.
Eaton, you had been on this side of the water for as many as eleven
days, had you not?"

"Eleven days?" Eaton repeated.

"Yes; for it was just eleven days before this train left Seattle that
you came to the house of Mr. Gabriel Warden and waited there for him
till he was brought home dead!"

Eaton, sitting forward a little, looked up at the conductor; his glance
caught Avery's an instant; he gazed then to Harriet Santoine. At the
charge, she had started; but Avery had not. The identification,
therefore, was Connery's, or had been agreed upon by Connery and Avery
between them; suggestion of it had not come from the Santoines. And
Connery had made the charge without being certain of it; he was
watching the effect, Eaton now realized, to see if what he had accused
was correct.

"What do you mean by that?" Eaton returned.

"What I said. You came to see Gabriel Warden in Seattle eleven days
ago," Connery reasserted. "You are the man who waited in his house
that night and whom every one has been looking for since!"

"Well?" inquired Eaton.

"Isn't that so?" Connery demanded. "Or do you want to deny that too
and have it proved on you later?"

Again for a moment Eaton sat silent. "No," he decided, "I do not deny
that."

"Then you are the man who was at Warden's the night he was murdered?"

"Yes," said