“I have not been able to do that yet,” I answered.  “It will be of interest to you, however, to know that he called upon me here in this room, and occupied the chair you are now sitting in, three days ago.”

Kitwater clutched the arm of the chair in question and his face went as white as his beard.

“In this room three days ago, and sitting in your presence,” he cried.  “Then you know where he is, and can take us to him?”

“I regret that such a thing is out of my power,” I answered.  “The man came into and left this room without being hindered by me.”

Kitwater sprang to his feet with an oath that struck me as coming rather oddly from the lips of a missionary.

“I see it all.  You are in league with him,” he cried, his face suffused with passion.  “You are siding with him against us.  By God you are, and I’ll have you punished for it.  You hoodwinked us, you sold us.  You’ve taken our money, and now you’ve gone over and are acting for the enemy.”

I opened the drawer of my table and took out the envelope he had given me when he had called.  For a reason of my own, I had not banked the note it contained.

“Excuse me, Mr. Kitwater,” I said, speaking as calmly as I could, “but there seems to be a little misunderstanding.  I have not sold you, and I have not gone over to the enemy.  There is the money you gave me, and I will not charge you anything for the little trouble I have been put to.  That should convince you of my integrity.  Now perhaps you will leave my office, and let me wash my hands of the whole affair.”

I noticed that little Codd placed his hand upon the other’s arm.  It travelled down until their hands met.  I saw that the blind man was making an effort to recover his composure, and I felt sure that he regretted ever having lost it.  A moment later Codd came across the room to my table, and, taking up a piece of paper, wrote upon it the following words—­

“Kitwater is sorry, I am sure.  Try to forgive him.  Remember what he has suffered through Hayle.”

The simplicity of the message touched me.

“Pray sit down a minute, Mr. Kitwater,” I said, “and let me put myself right with you.  It is only natural that you should get angry, if you think I have treated you as you said just now.  However, that does not happen to be the case.  I can assure you that had I known who Hayle was, I should have taken very good care that he did not leave this office until you had had an interview with him.  Unfortunately, however, I was not aware of his identity.  I have encountered some bold criminals in my time.  But I do not know that I have ever had a more daring one than the man who treated you so badly.”

I thereupon proceeded to give him a rough outline of Hayle’s interview with myself, and his subsequent treatment of me.  Both men listened with rapt attention.