So far he was right. It was the third place we visited. Baines and Son was the firm, and we saw old Mr. Baines. He had constantly sold books to Mr. Parrish, of Thornfield, who had been to his shop several times, but their intercourse was chiefly by correspondence. Good books! Certainly. Mr. Parrish knew what he was doing, and never bought rubbish. "His purchases might be expected to increase in value?" asked Quarles. "Yes; but, forgive me, why these questions?" "Ah! I supposed you would have heard. Mr. Parrish is dead." "Indeed! I am very sorry to hear it." "We are looking into his affairs," Quarles went on. "Is there any money owing to you?" "No." "The fact is, Mr. Parrish was murdered." "Murdered!" exclaimed Baines, starting from his chair. "Do you mean for some treasured volume he possessed? Do you mean by some bibliomaniac?" "You think he may have had such a treasure, then?" "I know he had many rare and valuable books," Baines answered. "You don't happen to know a bibliomaniac who might commit murder?" said Quarles. "No." "Such information would help us, because a young man has been condemned for the murder, a man named Hall--Michael Hall." "I never heard of him," said Baines. "I wonder I did not see the case in the paper." "It caused little sensation," said Quarles. "At present it seems one of those crimes committed for small gain." "Mr. Parrish must have been a man of considerable means," said the bookseller; "considerable means, although he was eccentric about money. He always sent me cash, or some check he had received, with a request that I would return him the balance in cash. Indeed, I have constantly acted as his banker. He has sent me checks and asked me to send him notes for them." "Where did those checks come from--I mean whose were they? Were they for dividends?" "Possibly, one or two of them, I do not remember; but I fancy he sold books sometimes, and the checks represented the purchase money." We thanked Mr. Baines, and then, just as we were leaving, Quarles said: "By the way, do you happen to know a Mr. Charles Eade?" "A solicitor?" queried the bookseller. "I didn't know he was a solicitor, but he is a relation of Mr. Parrish's, I believe," Quarles answered. "I was not aware of that," Baines returned. "Mr. Eade's office is in West Street--No. 40, I think. He comes in here occasionally to make small purchases." "Not a bookworm like his uncle, eh?" "Neither the taste nor the money, I should imagine," said Baines. As soon as we were in the street the professor turned to me. "That has been an interesting interview, Wigan. What do you think of the bibliomaniac idea?" "I suppose it goes to confirm your theory?" I said. "On the contrary, it was a new idea to me. It would be an idea well worth following if we found that one or two of Parrish's valuable books were missing; but we'll try another trail first. I think we will go to Pershore next." "How about Charles Eade?"