"Well, no, now, I don't."
"But can't you, if you try? Wasn't there something done by you that day which will assist your memory?"
Again that slow "Let me see" showed that the man was pondering. Suddenly he slapped his thigh and exclaimed:
"You might be a lawyer's clerk now, mightn't you; or, perhaps, a lawyer himself? I do remember that a large load of stone was sent off that day, and a minute's look at my book—— It was Tuesday," he presently affirmed.
Mr. Byrd drew a deep breath. There is sadness mixed with the satisfaction of such a triumph.
"I am much obliged to you," he said, in acknowledgment of the other's trouble. "The friends of this gentleman will now have little difficulty in tracing him. There is but one thing further I should like to make sure of."
And taking from his memorandum-book the picture he kept concealed there, he showed him the face of Mr. Mansell, now altered to a perfect likeness, and asked him if he recognized it.
The decided Yes which he received made further questions unnecessary.