Mr. Dunbar laughed aloud at the lawyer's enthusiasm. "You should have been a barrister, Mr. Lovell," he said; "that would have been a capital opening for your speech as counsel for the crown. I can see the wretched criminal shivering in the dock, cowering under that burst of forensic eloquence." Henry Dunbar laughed heartily as he finished speaking, and then threw himself back in his easy-chair, and passed his handkerchief across his handsome forehead, as it was his habit to do occasionally. "In this case I think the criminal will be most likely arrested," Arthur Lovell continued, still dwelling upon the subject of the murder; "he will be traced by those clothes. He will endeavour to sell them, of course; and as he is most likely some wretchedly ignorant boor, he will very probably try to sell them within a few miles of the scene of the crime." "I hope he will be found," said Mr. Balderby, filling his glass with claret as he spoke; "I never heard any good of this man Wilmot, and, indeed, I believe he went to the bad altogether after you left England, Mr. Dunbar." "Indeed!" "Yes," answered the junior partner, looking rather nervously at his chief; "he committed forgery, I believe; fabricated forged bank notes, or something of that kind, and was transported for life, I heard; but I suppose he got a remission of his sentence, or something of that kind, and returned to England." "I had no idea of this," said Mr. Dunbar. "He did not tell you, then?" "Oh, no; it was scarcely likely that he should tell me." Very little more was said upon the subject just then. At nine o'clock Mr. Dunbar left the room to see to the packing of his things, at a little before ten the three gentlemen drove away from the George Hotel, on their way to the station. They reached the station at five minutes past ten; the train was not due until a quarter past. Mr. Balderby went to the office to procure the three tickets. Henry Dunbar and Arthur Lovell walked arm-in-arm up and down the platform. As the bell for the up-train was ringing, a man came suddenly upon the platform and looked about him. He recognized the banker, walked straight up to him, and, taking off his hat, addressed Mr. Dunbar respectfully. "I am sorry to detain you, sir," he said; "but I have a warrant to prevent you leaving Winchester." "What do you mean?" "I hold a warrant for your apprehension, sir." "From whom?" "From Sir Arden Westhorpe, our chief county magistrate; and I am to take you before him immediately, sir." "Upon what charge?" cried Arthur Lovell. "Upon suspicion of having been concerned in the murder of Joseph Wilmot." The millionaire drew himself up haughtily, and looked at the constable with a proud smile.