"I'm on the lookout for some one I have a warrant for. Charge of murder, sir."
"Man or woman?"
"Man, sir."
"Will you tell me his name?"
"Horne, sir."
Max thought a moment.
"Why are you pottering about here, instead of going straight up to the house?"
"Well, sir, I'm obeying orders."
"Come with me," said Max suddenly. "There's an old hag hiding in the barn now, who knows more about this business than Mr. Horne."
Behind the young gentleman's back the detective smiled, but he professed to be ready to follow him.