"Convinced! Yes, convinced and satisfied that you are the man for this business."
We returned to the house, each intent on his own thoughts.
The sun was rising in a cloudless sky. It would not be long before curious visitors would be thronging the cottage. After a time I went to the door of the room where Jim had resumed his watch.
"Long," I asked, in a low tone, "do you know any person in Ireton?"
He shook his head.
"Do you know whether this fellow Tom Briggs has any relatives about Trafton?"
He pondered a moment.
"Yes," he said, finally. "He has a brother somewhere in the neighborhood. I don't know just where. He comes to Trafton occasionally."
"What is he like?"