"So he got away from you?" he remarked when I had finished.
"He did," I said emphatically.
"That's about the best thing he could have done," Bryce ran on. "I don't know what we could have done with him if we had kept him."
"'He who fights and runs away will live to fight another day,'" I reminded him.
"That other day is a matter for the future," he answered. "We'd better see what he took though. Come on."
He turned on his heel and led the way to his study just as the first rays of the rising sun crept up over the distant hills.
Chapter V.
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE.
The room was much as we had left it the evening before. The typed papers had disappeared, but a sheet which I recognised as the one I had picked up from the kitchen floor the day of my arrival lay on the table in full view. Beside it was the clean blotting pad that I had never yet seen used. Bryce took no notice of the sheet of figures, but lifted the pad up, and, drawing a magnifying glass from his pocket, ran his eyes over the rough white surface. Moira and I watched him with unfeigned interest. At last he looked up.