morrow," Harding replied. "There must be something
horribly tragic to have affected Durham so much. Better leave it as it
stands, I think. He would have spoken had there been anything more he
could have said."

"Did he mean the gold was coming here to-night?"

"I gathered so. Shall I walk up to the station and ask Brennan?"

But before he could do so Brennan arrived at the bank.

"Where will you have it put?" he asked. "I've got it out at the back by
the fence."

"We'll both give you a hand with it," Wallace replied.

They went out at the back door. A light cart was standing beyond the
fence, with something in it covered by a tarpaulin. Brennan pulled the
cover away and revealed the pile of bags.

"There is hardly anything missing," Wallace exclaimed when everything
had been carried into the bank and the amount checked. "It is one of the
smartest things I have ever encountered. The way your sub-inspector has
traced and recovered this is nothing short of marvellous."

"He told me to say, sir, that it seemed to him only a right thing for
you to do to let Mr. Eustace be brought here so that the funeral could
be from the bank."

"Well, of course we must consult Mrs. Eustace about that," Wallace
answered. "I'll see Mr. Durham in the morning----"

"Sorry to say you won't, sir," Brennan interrupted. "He's on his way now
to the junction. He told me that what he had discovered he would have to
report personally to the chief. Just what it is I haven't the faintest
idea, but it's something pretty hot, if you ask me. I've never seen the
sub-inspector curled up over anything like he is over this."

"He told us he had shot the Rider," Harding said.

"Oh, yes, sir, he told me that too. What I'm inclined to think is that
he discovered him to be a member of some big family in the south, and
is anxious for their sake to keep the name secret. It's just the sort of
thing some young blood might do if he were in an awkward hole--a chance
of lifting a big sum such as this is a pretty strong temptation to
anyone in a hole."

"That may be it. One never knows. He may even have been a friend of
Durham's," Wallace said musingly. "Certainly something has upset him
very much. You don't know what became of the papers he found, do you?
The papers Mrs. Burke left with the Bank?" he added.

"I know nothing about them, sir; but he told me to ride out to Waroona
Downs the first thing in the morning and tell Mrs. Burke to come in and
see y