Oakes's face was grave--much more so than usual--but he rode his horse with alertness and confidence, and I wondered at the endurance he displayed--also at his consideration; for in this hour, when keen disappointment must have been his, he did not mention my mishap, which had so changed events. He acted as though it were beneath him to notice it, and that made me all the more mortified; but at the same time I vowed to redeem myself in his eyes. Dashing toward the Mansion gate, we both pulled up our horses as Oakes uttered a sudden exclamation. He rested one hand on the pommel of his saddle and pointed with the other at a man inside the Mansion gate. His back was toward us, and he had been raking the walk apparently. "Look--notice!" and the voice of my companion grew sharp and significant; "look!" The man was now reaching upward with one hand, the rake held within its grasp, and with a graceful, well-calculated swing he was deftly denuding a branch overhead of its dying leaves. "Well, I see," I answered; "it's Maloney cleaning up." "Exactly!" came the staccato answer; "but how about the strength of the wrist that can handle such a heavy rake with such certainty?" "Oh, yes, he's strong," I cried. "He's got plenty of muscle, apparently." "He has a strong wrist and a strong arm, and not such an awfully large chest," answered Oakes calmly, as though speaking of the weather or of something of no importance. Fool that I was, it was only then that his meaning suddenly went home to my slow-acting brain. I saw a light in Oakes's eyes that I had never seen before--cool, steely, calculating. "No," I whispered; "_impossible_!--but you are searching for just such a person." "Yes, of course," was the laconic answer; "but let's talk with the gentleman of the rake." Oakes led the way to within a few feet of the gate, then rising in his stirrups shouted to Maloney. The latter turned, and with a look of recognition came quickly toward us. "Good morning, sir;--good morning, Mr. Clark. I was going to headquarters for you soon, sir; they told me you had gone there with Chief Hallen----" "Yes! Why did you wish to go there, Maloney?" "Because, sir, there is something wrong--something about the mystery here. You know, sir, you left word to report if anything unusual happened." Maloney spoke quietly, and without embarrassment. We had noticed before that he was fairly well educated--another victim of unfortunate circumstances. "What has occurred?" There was a hard ring in Oakes's voice. It told me to be discreet; I had heard that accent before. "Mr. Clark, I went down to Lorona last night to see my brother, who is sick. When I returned it was late. I was on horseback, and I noticed a man on the road lighting a lantern. I spoke to him; he would not answer, but started into the timber at the far south end of the grounds." "Well, what was peculiar?" "It was Skinner, sir." "Skinner!"