"More than one of us, Scarterfield, who have taken part in this discussion, have said that if we are going to get at the truth of things we shall have to go back," I observed. "Well, what you have found out here takes us back some way. Let us suppose--we can't do anything without a certain amount of supposition--let us, I say, for the sake of argument, suppose that the man Netherfield of Blyth, who was with Noah and Salter Quick on the ship _Elizabeth Robinson_, bound from Hong-Kong to Chemulpo is the same person as Netherfield Baxter, who certainly lived in this town a few years ago. Very well--now then, what do we know of Baxter? We know this--that a dishonest bank-manager stole certain valuables from the bank, died suddenly just afterwards, and that Baxter disappeared just as suddenly. The supposition is that Baxter was concerned in that theft. We'll suppose more--that Baxter knew where the stolen goods were; had, in fact, helped to secrete them. Well, the next we hear of him is--supposing him to be Netherfield--on this ship, which, according to the reports you got at Lloyds, was lost with all hands in the Yellow Sea. But--a big but!--we know now that whatever happened to the rest of those on board her, three men at any rate saved their lives--Noah Quick, Salter Quick and the Chinese cook, whose exact name we've forgotten, but one of whose patronymics was Chuh. Chuh turns up at Lloyds, in London, and asks a question about the ship. Noah Quick materialises at Devonport, and runs a public-house. Salter joins him there. And presently Salter is up on the Northumbrian coast, professing great anxiety to find a churchyard, or churchyards wherein are graves with the name Netherfield on them--he makes the excuse that that is the family name of his mother's people. Now we know what happened to Salter Quick, and we also know what happened to Noah Quick. But now I'm wondering if something else had happened before that?" "Aye, Mr. Middlebrook?" said Scarterfield. "And what, now?" "I'm wondering," I answered, leaning nearer to him across the little table at which we sat, "if Noah and Salter, severally, or conjointly, had murdered this Netherfield Baxter before they themselves were murdered? They--or somebody who was in with them, who afterwards murdered them? Do you understand?" "I'm afraid I don't," he said. "No--I don't quite see things."