“My errand here is to warn you,” he said, “that the Englishman whom you left for dead at Big Bend, on the banks of the Blue River, has been heard of in another part of Africa.” Dominey shook his head incredulously. “I hope you have not come all this way to tell me that! The man was dead.” “My cousin himself,” Miller continued, “was hard to convince. The man left his encampment with whisky enough to kill him, thirst enough to drink it all, and no food.” “So I found him,” Dominey assented, “deserted by his boys and raving. To silence him forever was a child's task.” “The task, however, was unperformed,” the other persisted. “From three places in the colony he has been heard of, struggling to make his way to the coast.” “Does he call himself by his own name?” Dominey asked. “He does not,” Miller admitted. “My cousin, however, desired me to point out to you the fact that in any case he would probably be shy of doing so. He is behaving in an absurd manner; he is in a very weakly state; and without a doubt he is to some degree insane. Nevertheless, the fact remains that he is in the Colony, or was three months ago, and that if he succeeds in reaching the coast you may at any time be surprised by a visit from him here. I am sent to warn you in order that you may take whatever steps may be necessary and not be placed at a disadvantage if he should appear.” “This is queer news you have brought us, Miller,” Seaman said thoughtfully. “It is news which greatly disturbed Doctor Schmidt,” the man replied. “He has had the natives up one after another for cross-examination. Nothing can shake their story.” “If we believed it,” Seaman continued, “this other European, if he had business in this direction, might walk in here at any moment.” “It was to warn you of that possibility that I am here.” “How much do you know personally,” Seaman asked, “of the existent circumstances?” The man shook his head vaguely. “I know nothing,” he admitted. “I went out to East Africa some years ago, and I have been a trader in Mozambique in a small way. I supplied outfits for officers and hospitals and sportsmen. Now and then I have to return to Europe to buy fresh stock. Doctor Schmidt knew that, and he came to see me just before I sailed. He first thought of writing a very long letter. Afterwards he changed his mind. He wrote only these few lines I brought, but he told me those other things.” “You have remembered all that he told you?” Dominey asked. “I can think of nothing else,” was the reply, after a moment's pause. “The whole affair has been a great worry to Doctor Schmidt. There are things connected with it which he has never understood, things connected with it which he has always found mysterious.” “Hence your presence here, Johann Wolff?” Seaman asked, in an altered tone. The visitor's expression remained unchanged except for the faint surprise which shone out of his blue eyes.