"The police didn't suspect him, did they?"
"Bless you, no! They were all sympathy! Oh, he's safe enough—for the present. The poor chap he murdered was certainly rough looking enough to be a burglar."
"What was he like?"
"A big strong man, with an ugly red-bearded face, and—it's queer how one notices trifles—his ears were pierced for—"
"Good Heavens, it was Flitch!"
Teddy jumped. "The man who shot you—"
"The same—I'm sure of it, even from your slight description. And—and
Bullard has killed him!"
"Your revenge, Alan."
"No, no, old man, I never wanted his life. It was only his employer I was after."
"You've got his employer now—if you want him."