"I was entirely misled,
entirely."

"But--then--well, how was the bank robbed?" Harding cried.

"I know how it was robbed; by whom it was robbed; everything," Durham
replied.

"Who was it?" Wallace asked.

Durham remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"The Rider?" Harding said.

"That name will do. The Rider and another. They are both dead. I saw one
die--from a bullet in the back. I fired it. I have seen the other dead
from a bullet Mr. Dudgeon fired. The missing notes I have recovered. I
have them here."

He put his hand inside his tunic and drew out a closely tied bundle
which he laid on the table.

"Will you check them and see if the total is correct?"

"Now?" Wallace asked.

"If you please."

"But will not to-morrow morning do? It is enough to have as many as
these back without going through them so late at night."

"I shall not be here to-morrow."

"You are surely not going away--not until----"

"I shall not be here to-morrow," Durham repeated.

The tone in which he spoke stopped further discussion.

"We can check them in here--I will fetch the register," Harding said, as
he rose and went to the office, returning in a few moments with the
book.

While he and Wallace checked the notes with the list of those stolen,
Durham sat at the end of the table in the same position he had first
assumed.

"They are all here," Wallace said in a subdued voice, when the checking
was complete. The presence of this grey-faced, silent, sad-eyed man was
getting on his nerves.

"The gold and the things stolen from the bank will be here in a few
minutes; Brennan is bringing them."

"And the deeds--Mrs. Burke's deeds? Have you no trace of them?"

"They are returned to the owner."

"But they ought to be here. The Bank advanced money on them."

"I am sorry. I cannot help it now. You will have to hold the deeds of
Waroona Downs instead."

"We have those," Harding said quietly.

"Oh, well then, it does not matter so much, though it is still very
irregular, you know," Wallace replied.

Durham stood up and turned to Harding. "You will tell Mrs. Eustace? Tell
her I am more than sorry for her in her trouble, but she can console
herself that she was right. Her husband was innocent. Good-bye."

With bent head and slow steps he passed from the room and from the bank,
closing the door after him.

"But what does it mean? What does it all mean?" Wallace cried as the
front door slammed.

"We may know to-