"Dey only jes' lef' heah las' month, an' went back to York. But Lawdy, whut should Massa Ronald do but come back all ob a sudden las' night wif dat ornary niggah cuss, Sim Johnson, an' git bilin' drunk, an' dey gwine out an' didn' come back till de roosters crowed dis mawnin'." "Who is Sim Johnson?" "Massa Dalton's valet." "And does the broker know his nephew drinks?" "Mah goo'ness, no. If he did, dey would be a fight sho's yo' bo'n, sah." "Is Ronald Mason in the habit of going on sprees with his uncle's negro valet?" "Nebber done seed dem so thick befo'." "Does he intend to remain here long?" "Spec's not, kase dey didn't bring no luggage." "Did they explain why they came back so unexpectedly?" "Not to me." "I'd like to see Mr. Mason." "Better come back later, sah. He am too full now." "Very well. What's your name?" "George Scott." "Can you tell me where we can get our breakfast?" "Right heah, if yo' like, sah." "Thanks. We'll accept and pay you for your trouble. Is there a town near?" "De railroad station ob Swamp Angel, two miles down dis road." "I suppose we could find board there?" "Yassah. Dar am a little hotel neah de depot. Come in, sah--come in." He led the detectives up a path to the house and when they were seated in the kitchen, his big, fat wife, Dinah, bustled around and soon had a savory breakfast set before them. The detectives praised her cooking and paid the old servants so well for their attention that the faithful pair voted them as fine gentlemen. Soon afterward the detectives started for Swamp Angel. "The action of Ronald Mason in coming here so oddly with his uncle's valet strikes me very strangely," remarked Old King Brady, as they trudged along the road toward the station. "In fact, it is a most singular proceeding. He evidently poses before his rich uncle as a paragon of virtue. Behind the old man's back he is evidently a high roller." "Then he must be a deceitful man," said Harry. "Of course, for he's deceiving his trusting uncle." "You are suspicious of him, ain't you?" "Well, yes. It takes plenty money for a young man to lead a riotous life. If Mason draws a big salary in his uncle's office, where he is employed as a clerk, he may be able to afford it. If he is poorly paid, he may be at the bottom of the mail robberies we were called upon to investigate. See the point?" Harry nodded and smiled; then he thought for a moment. "You're pretty keen," he remarked. "It's a fair presumption, though." "I think we had better keep an eye on that frisky young gentleman when we return to New York," continued the old detective, wisely. "It may lead to a solution of the problem we are so anxious to solve for the broker." "Are you going back to Dalton's to see him?" "Yes, this afternoon. I merely wish to size him up." "How long do you intend to remain here?" "I'd like to unravel the great swamp mystery before we go." "Perhaps we may in a few days."