their feelings for one another."

"Just so, but that feeling's a lot more to do with this mystery than
you think, my young friend," said Myerst. "What did they say, you ask?
Why, they strenuously denied it, Cardlestone swore solemnly to me that
he had no part or lot in the murder of Maitland. So did Elphick.
But--they know something about the murder. If those two old men can't
tell you definitely who actually struck John Maitland down, I'm certain
that they have a very clear idea in their minds as to who really did!
They--"

A sudden sharp cry from the inner room interrupted Myerst. Breton and
Spargo started to their feet and made for the door. But before they
could reach it Elphick came out, white and shaking.

"He's gone!" he exclaimed in quavering accents. "My old friend's
gone--he's dead! I was--asleep. I woke suddenly and looked at him.
He----"

Spargo forced the old man into a chair and gave him some whisky; Breton
passed quickly into the inner room; only to come back shaking his head.

"He's dead," he said. "He evidently died in his sleep."

"Then his secret's gone with him," remarked Myerst, calmly. "And now we
shall never know if he did kill John Maitland or if he didn't. So
that's done with!"

Old Elphick suddenly sat up in his chair, pushing Spargo fiercely away
from his side.

"He didn't kill John Maitland!" he cried angrily, attempting to shake
his fist at Myerst. "Whoever says he killed Maitland lies. He was as
innocent as I am. You've tortured and tormented him to his death with
that charge, as you're torturing me--among you. I tell you he'd nothing
to do with John Maitland's death--nothing!"

Myerst laughed.

"Who had, then?" he said.

"Hold your tongue!" commanded Breton, turning angrily on him. He sat
down by Elphick's side and laid his hand soothingly on the old man's
arm.

"Guardian," he said, "why don't you tell what you know? Don't be afraid
of that fellow there--he's safe enough. Tell Spargo and me what you
know of the matter. Remember, nothing can hurt Cardlestone, or
Chamberlayne, or whoever he is or was, now."

Elphick sat for a moment shaking his head. He allowed Spargo to give
him another drink; he lifted his head and looked at the two young men
with something of an appeal.

"I'm badly shaken," he said. "I've suffered much lately--I've learnt
things that I didn't know. Perhaps I ought to have spoken before, but I
was afraid for--for him. He was a good friend, Cardlestone,