acquainted with the peculiar arrangement of the bells. Mr. Wing came to the door and the two went into the library."
"Now," continued Trafford after a pause, to enable McManus to grasp all of the details, "as to the time; it was nine-thirty when Mrs. Parlin left the room. Wing had not written his letter, so that we have got the time pretty closely fixed. He stayed with Wing until nearly eleven-thirty. The stranger seems to have left Hunter's house under pretence of catching the freight that leaves at eleven, but in reality he went to Somerset Street and walked up and down that street until a quarter to twelve, when he was joined by a man, presumably the one who had come from Wing's library. It was a pretty hazardous thing to do, this loafing up and down Somerset Street, but up to now I haven't found a single person whose attention he particularly attracted and certainly not one who pretends to have recognised him, though I feel certain he has many acquaintances in this town."
"If the two Hunters saw him, why don't you get his identity from them?" McManus demanded.
