Foord listened very interestedly. "By Jove!" he said, when Gilderman had ended, "I would have given a deal to see that, Mr. Gilderman. It beats anything I ever saw down in India, and I've seen some very strange things there, too." Then he began a vivid description of the old trick: how he had once seen some jugglers put a woman under a basket that was just big enough to cover her, and of how one of the Indians had run the basket through and through with a sword. His description of the woman's screams and of the trick blood that flowed from under the basket and over the hot, white stones of the pavement was almost horribly startling, and Gilderman, as he listened, again registered a determination that he would ask Santley Foord to a man's dinner some time in the near future. After a while Foord arose from where he was sitting and sauntered around the room, looking at some of the pictures and sketches. Then, having completed his inspection, he said, in his almost abrupt fashion: "Well, it's time to go around to the St. George. If you really care to go with us to see these people, Mr. Gilderman, I'll be glad to take you along." "I'd like to see them," said Gilderman, "but I don't know whether Norcott's through with me yet." "Just give me five minutes more, Mr. Gilderman," said Norcott, "and then we'll call the sitting off for the day." Gilderman took Foord around to the St. George with him in his automobile, and they got out together and entered the wide, marble-flagged vestibule almost arm-in-arm. They found Inspector Dolan already there and waiting. He was sitting on one of the leather-covered seats that stood along the wall and was talking to a stranger. He arose as Gilderman and Foord came in, and he looked distinctly surprised to see Gilderman. "Mr. Gilderman wants to go along with us," said Foord, and then the inspector laughed. Gilderman ordered an electric coach, and as they whirled away down-town he offered his cigarette-case to his companions. "I don't think I've seen you, inspector," he said, "since that man sold his Master to the bishop that day. Whatever became of him? I wonder if he ever felt sorry for what he had done." "Sorry!" said the inspector--"sorry! I should think so. The officers found his dead body hanging to a tree the day after the execution." "Oh yes," said Gilderman, "I remember now reading an account of it. But I did not know it was that man who hanged himself." "Yes, sir, that was the man." The coach stopped in a narrow and dirty street. Then they all got out and walked for some little distance down the paved court until the inspector at last turned into an alleyway.