"What did you do?" inquired Viner. "Got the poor chap some breakfast, at once," answered Drillford, "and let him alone till he'd finished. Have you ever seen a starved dog eat? No--well, I have, and he ate like that--he was ravenous! And when a man's at that stage, do you think he's going to stop at anything? Not he! This fellow, you may be sure, after killing and robbing Ashton, had but one thought--how soon he could convert some of the property into cash, so that he could eat. If Pelver had made him that advance, or bought the ring, he'd have made a bee-line for the nearest coffee-shop. I tell you he was mad for food!" "Another thing," said Viner. "Where is the rest of Mr. Ashton's property--his watch, chain, the other ring, his purse, and--wasn't there a pocketbook? How is it this man wasn't found in possession of them?" "Easy enough for him to hide all those things, Mr. Viner," said Drillford, with an indulgent smile. "What easier? You don't know as much of these things as I do--he could quite easily plant all those articles safely during the night. He just stuck to the article which he could most easily convert into money." "Well, I don't believe he's guilty," repeated Viner. "And I want to do something for him. You may think me quixotic, but I'd like to help him. Is there anything to prevent you from going to him, telling him that I'm convinced of his innocence and that I should like to get him help--legal help?" "There's nothing to prevent it, to be sure," answered Drillford. "But Mr. Viner, you can't get over the fact that this fellow had Ashton's diamond ring in his possession!" "How do I--how do you--know how he came into possession of it?" demanded Viner. "And then--that knife!" exclaimed Drillford. "Look here! I've got it. What sort of thing is that for an innocent, harmless man to carry about him? It's an American bowie-knife!" He opened a drawer and exhibited a weapon which, lying on a pile of paper, looked singularly suggestive and fearsome. "I don't care!" said Viner with a certain amount of stubbornness. "I'm convinced that the man didn't kill Ashton. And I want to help him. I'm a man of considerable means; and in this case--well, that's how I feel about it." Drillford made no answer. But presently he left the room, after pointing Viner to a chair. Viner waited--five, ten minutes. Then the door opened again, and Drillford came back. Behind him walked the accused man, with a couple of policemen in attendance upon him. "There, Mr. Viner!" said Drillford. "You can speak to him yourself!" Viner rose from his chair. The prisoner stepped forward, regarding him earnestly. "Viner!" he said, in a low, concentrated tone, "don't you know me? I'm Langton Hyde! You and I were at Rugby together. And--we meet again, here!" CHAPTER V LOOK FOR THAT MAN! At these words Viner drew back with an exclamation of astonishment, but in the next instant he stepped forward again, holding out his hand.