Dick was nothing loth to tell his story for the second time--especially to a couple of professional listeners. And he told it in full detail, from the moment of his sudden encounter with Bryce to that in which he parted with Bryce and Harker. Ransford, watching the official faces, saw what it was in the story that caught the official attention and excited the official mind. “Dr. Bryce went off at once to fetch Harker, did he?” asked Mitchington, when Dick had made a end. “At once,” answered Dick. “And was jolly quick back with him!” “And Harker said it didn't matter about your telling as it would be public news soon enough?” continued Mitchington. “Just that,” said Dick. Mitchington looked at Ransford, and Ransford nodded to his ward. “All right, Dick,” he said. “That'll do.” The boy went off again, and Mitchington shook his head. “Queer!” he said. “Now what have those two been up to?--something, that's certain. Can you tell us more, doctor?” “Under the same conditions--yes,” answered Ransford, taking his seat again. “The fact is, affairs have got to a stage where I consider it my duty to tell you more. Some of what I shall tell you is hearsay--but it's hearsay that you can easily verify for yourselves when the right moment comes. Mr. Campany, the librarian, lately remarked to me that my old assistant, Mr. Bryce, seemed to be taking an extraordinary interest in archaeological matters since he left me--he was now, said Campany, always examining documents about the old tombs and monuments of the Cathedral and its precincts.” “Ah--just so!” exclaimed Mitchington. “To be sure!--I'm beginning to see!” “And,” continued Ransford, “Campany further remarked, as a matter for humorous comment, that Bryce was also spending much time looking round our old tombs. Now you made this discovery near an old tomb, I understand?” “Close by one--yes,” assented the inspector. “Then let me draw your attention to one or two strange facts--which are undoubted facts,” continued Ransford. “Bryce was left alone with the dead body of Braden for some minutes, while Varner went to fetch the police. That's one.” “That's true,” muttered Mitchington. “He was--several minutes!” “Bryce it was who discovered Collishaw--in Paradise,” said Ransford. “That's fact two. And fact three--Bryce evidently had a motive in fetching Harker tonight--to overlook your operations. What was his motive? And taking things altogether; what are, or have been, these secret affairs which Bryce and Harker have evidently been engaged in?” Jettison suddenly rose, buttoning his light overcoat. The action seemed to indicate a newly-formed idea, a definite conclusion. He turned sharply to Mitchington. “There's one thing certain, inspector,” he said. “You'll keep an eye on those two from this out! From--just now!”