You will certainly agree with
me after I have explained to you that the one known as Andrew Roon was
no other than the equerry who had undertaken to find the--young
woman."
"By Jove!" exclaimed Barnes.
"He came up here because he had reason to believe that the--er--girl
was either at Green Fancy or was headed this way. I was back here in
thirty-six hours, selling Dickens. I saw the bodies of the two men at
the county-seat, and recognised both of them, despite the fact that
they had cut off their beards. Now, they could not have been
recognised, Mr. Barnes, except by some one who had known them all his
life. And that is why I am positive that the man I am looking for is
up at Green Fancy."
Barnes drew a long breath. His mind was made up. He had decided to
pool issues with the secret agent, but not until he was convinced that
the result of their co-operation would in no way inflict a hardship
upon the young woman who had appealed to him for help. He was certain
that she was the fair propagandist described by Sprouse.
"Is it your intention to lodge him in jail if you succeed in capturing
your man, Mr. Sprouse, and to apply for extradition papers?" he asked.
"I can't land him in jail unless I can prove that he has the stolen
goods, can I?"
"You could implicate him in the general conspiracy.
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