"'General,' said he, 'I have discovered the most damnable plot that a man ever faced. All this scandal about Morgan is not newspaper sensation as you suppose, it is the first step in a great tragedy.' And then he went on to tell me that Gerald had invaded his room and shown him pictures of an open grave, the face of a dead woman and also the face of the man who opened that grave, drawn with every detail perfect. Gerald declared that he witnessed the disinterment and drew the scene from memory----" "Hold a minute," said Edward; he was now on his feet, his hand uplifted to begin a statement; "and then--and then----" "The object of that disinterment was to inflict the false wound and charge you with murder." "And the man who did it--who made that wound--was the man who begged a match from us on the road. I will swear it, if art is true. I have seen the picture." Evan paused a moment to take in the vital fact. Then there rung out from him a half-shout: "Thank God! Thank God!" The chairs that stood between him and the door were simply hurled out of the way. His stentorian voice called for his factotum. "John!" and John did not wait to dress, but came. "Get my horse and a mule saddled and bring that puppy Carlo. Quick, John, quick!" John fled toward the stable. "Edward, we win if we get that negro--we win!" he exclaimed, coming back through the wreck of his furniture. "But why should the negro have disinterred the body and have made a wound upon her head? There can be no motive." "Heavens, man, no motive! Do you know that you have come between two men and Mary Morgan?" "I have never suspected it, even." "Two have sought her with all the energy of manhood," said Evan. "Two men as different as the east from the west. Royson hates you and will leave no stone unturned to effect your ruin; Barksdale loves her and will leave no stone unturned to protect her happiness! There you have it all. Only one man in the world could have put that black devil up to his infamous deed--and that man is Royson. Only one man in the world could have grasped the situation and have read the riddle correctly--and that man is Barksdale." Edward was dazed. Gradually the depth and villainy of the conspiracy grew clear. "But to prove it----" "The negro." "Will he testify?" "Will he? If I get my hands on him, young man, he will testify! Or he will hang by the neck from a limb as his possum hangs by the tail." "You propose to capture him?" "I am going to capture him." He disappeared in the house and when he came out he had on his army belt, with sword and pistol. The mounts were at the door and for the first time in his life Edward was astride a mule. To his surprise the animal bounded along after the gray horse, with a smooth and even gait, and kept up without difficulty.