I nodded. "Yes," said Moira breathlessly.
"I found that in the grass early in the morning before I went up to the cave. It was a diary belonging to a man named Alick Blane. I didn't read it right through—I didn't have the time for one thing—but what I did see told me all I wanted to know. I buried it in the trench because I did not want what was written in the book to be published to the world. It was one of those things that are better kept out of sight and circulation."
"But what was it?" I queried.
He looked at us a moment as if debating with himself whether or not to tell us.
"Alick Blane's father was the trooper who shot Bradby," he said, and left us to imagine all the rest.
THE END.