"No." Owain spoke slowly. "It's not that. But the advertisement----"
"Well, it had to do with you, certainly, going by the mention of the place where your father passed his youth. But you told her that you did not intend to keep the appointment."
"Yes. All the same, I did keep the appointment."
"The deuce!" Vane looked surprised. "Well?"
"I'm coming to my trouble now," said Hench, picking up one of the newspapers nervously; "read that paragraph."
Vane looked at his friend in surprise, and then swiftly made himself acquainted with the information about the Parley Wood murder. He started when he first grasped what the paragraph was about, but afterwards read on slowly to the end. When he knew all about the matter he threw aside the newspaper and looked inquiringly at Hench. "Well?"
"Well," repeated Owain, sitting down with his hands in his pockets, "can't you see, Jim? I went to the Gipsy Stile and----"
"And murdered this man," finished Vane derisively. "Do you expect me to believe that, you fool?"
"No. I'm not given to behaving in that way. But I kept the appointment and I found the corpse."
"Oh, the devil!" Vane sat up.