"Let me look at him, Griffin," he said. He looked long and earnestly at the man's face, then snapped off the light.
"He's the man," he announced.
[Illustration: Saunders looked long and earnestly at his face. "He's the man!" he announced.]
"Who is he?" asked Mark quickly.
"The man I told you about—the man I took you for—the man for whose sake the Duchess ran away—the chap I was watching for."
"And the other?" Mark nodded toward the gunman, who still lay unconscious.
"Oh, he doesn't matter." Saunders spoke carelessly. "He'll get out of it. It's all been arranged, of course. They really sent me here to watch her; evidently they had him trailed from the beginning."
Crossing over, Saunders again snapped on his light, and examined the face and clothing of the murderer.