ut justice and law are sometimes
in opposition, Captain Thorn."

Captain Thorn sat in perplexity. "They will not get me arrested here,
will they?"

"They would have done it, beyond doubt; but I have caused a letter to be
written and dispatched to them, which must bring forth an answer before
any violent proceedings are taken. That answer will be here the morning
after to-morrow."

"And what am I do to then?"

"I think it is probable there may be a way of checkmating them. But I
am not sure, Captain Thorn, that I can give my attention further to this
affair."

"I hope and trust you will," was the reply.

"You have not forgotten that I told you at first I could not promise to
do so," rejoined Mr. Carlyle. "You shall hear from me to-morrow. If I
carry it on for you, I will then appoint an hour for you to be here on
the following day; if not--why, I dare say you will find a solicitor as
capable of assisting you as I am."

"But why will you not? What is the reason?"

"I cannot always give reasons for what I do," was the response. "You
will hear from me to-morrow."

He rose as he spoke; Captain Thorn also rose. Mr. Carlyle detained him
yet a few moments, and then saw him out at the front door and fastened
it.

He returned and released Richard. The latter took off his hat as he
advanced into the blaze of light.

"Well, Richard, is it the same man?"

"No, sir. Not in the least like him."

Mr. Carlyle, though little given to emotion, felt a strange
relief--relief for Captain Thorn's sake. He had rarely seen one whom
he could so little associate with the notion of a murderer as Captain
Thorn, and he was a man who exceedingly won upon the regard. He would
heartily help him out of his dilemma now.

"Excepting that they are both tall, with nearly the same color of hair,
there is no resemblance whatever between them," proceeded Richard.
"Their faces, their figures, are as opposite as light is from dark. That
other, in spite of his handsome features, had the expression at times
of a demon, but this one's expression is the best part of his face.
Hallijohn's murderer had a curious look here, sir."

"Where?" questioned Mr. Carlyle, for Richard had only pointed to his
face generally.

"Well--I cannot say precisely where it lay, whether in the eyebrows or
the eyes; I could not tell when I used to have him before me; but it was
in one of them. Ah, Mr. Carlyle, I thought, when Barbara told me Thorn
was here, it was too