letter about it again the day before yesterday. I don't know
whether Rickerby suspects, or whether he will refuse to pay, but in the
face of what you have learnt the non-receipt of that cheque is alarming.
Nor do I like what you say about Phillips and this chap Fielden.
Phillips is a dangerous man and owes us a grudge. Let's have Fielden in.
We may be able to bully something out of him."

Copley jumped at the idea. He rang the bell and sent for Fielden, who
appeared presently cool and collected, and ready to answer any
questions.

"Look here," Copley said in his most overbearing manner, "I've been
hearing things about you. I am told your name is not Field at all, but
Fielden. Is that so?"

"That is quite correct," Harry said calmly.

"Then, what the devil do you mean by coming into my service under false
pretences? No honest man----"

"I'll thank you not to take that tone with me," Fielden said. "We don't
want to discuss the question of honesty. It is a subject on which you
are not an authority. But I see you have found out everything and I may
as well be candid. I entered your service because I had nothing to do. I
assumed the name of Field, because I found nobody recognized me and I
didn't want any of my old friends to know what I was doing. I suppose I
am correct in assuming that Sir George Haredale has told you everything.
Probably he has informed you that my partner in South Africa was Aaron
Phillips. I need not ask if you know Aaron Phillips, because that would
be superfluous. I never met either of you till I returned to England,
but I know about you. Phillips knows more. I am also aware of the
conspiracy for preventing the Blenheim colt from running in the Derby,
but that scheme is frustrated. Have you any more to say?"

"This is a nice way to speak to an employer," Copley protested.

"It would be if I were still in your employ," Fielden retorted. "But I
no longer consider myself your servant. There is no occasion for me to
remain with you. Perhaps the next time we meet--but never mind about
that."

Fielden turned curtly on his heel and left the room. The other two
exchanged significant glances.

"Pretty cool," Foster muttered.

"Yes, and pretty sure of his ground, too," Copley replied. "I don't like
it, Foster, I don't like it a bit. I have a feeling that those fellows
know everything. It frightens me to think that Phillips has been lying
low for so long. You may depend upon it he is up to some misch