"Which the gentleman is in the droring-room, sir," responded John
Thomas, "as likewise the lady."
Mr. Bryson rushed for the drawing-room, flung wide the door, and confronted Mr. Parmalee.
"Good-evening, squire," said the American.
"You here!" gasped the Sawyer—"the man for whom we have been scouring the kingdom!"
"You'd oughter scoured the Atlantic," replied the artist, with infinite calm. "I've been home to see my folks. I suppose you wanted me to throw a little light on that 'ere horrid murder?"
"I suspect you know more of that murder than any other man alive!" said the lawyer.
"Do tell! Well, now, I ain't a-going to deny it—I do know all about it, squire."
"What?"
"Precisely! Yes, sir. I saw the deed done."
"You did? Good heavens!"