When he came he would seem to be full of the flood gates, and of Lax the murderer. He had two men with him now, Hunter and another. But no further attempt was made to shoot him in the neighbourhood of Headford. "Lax finds it too hot," he said, "since that day in the court house, and has gone away for the present. I nearly know where he is; but there is no good catching him till I get some sort of evidence against him, and if I locked him up as a 'suspect,' he would become a martyr and a hero in the eyes of the whole party. The worst of it is that though twenty men swore that they had seen it, no Galway jury would convict him." But nevertheless he was indefatigable in following up the murderer of poor Florian. "As for the murder in the court house," he said, "I do believe that though it was done in the presence of an immense crowd no one actually saw it. I have the pistol, but what is that? The pistol was dropped on the floor of the court house." On this occasion Edith brought him poor Peter's letter. As it happened they two were then alone together. But she had taught herself not to expect any allusion to his love. "He is a stupid fellow," said the Captain. "But he has been faithful. And you can't expect him to look at these things as you do." "Of course he finds it to be a great compliment. To have a special letter addressed to him by some special Captain Moonlight is to bring him into the history of his country." "I suppose he will go." "Then let him go. I would not on any account ask him to stay. If he comes to me I shall tell him simply that he is a fool. Pat Carroll's people want to bother your father, and he would be bothered if he were to lose his man-servant. There is no doubt of that. If Peter desires to bother him let him go. Then he has another idea that he wants to achieve a character for fidelity. He must choose between the two. But I wouldn't on any account ask him for a favour." Then Edith having heard the Captain's advice was preparing to leave the room when Captain Clayton stopped her. "Edith," he said. "Well, Captain Clayton." "Some months ago,--before these sad things had occurred,--I told you what I thought of you, and I asked you for a favour." "There was a mistake made between us all,--a mistake which does not admit of being put to rights. It was unfortunate, but those misfortunes will occur. There is no more to be said about it." "Is the happiness of two people to be thus sacrificed, when nothing is done for the benefit of one?" "What two?" she asked brusquely. "You and I."