"What was his reason for not coming direct to me?"
They were still pausing in the road. Delaine could see in the failing light that Anderson had grown pale. But he perceived also an expression of scornful impatience in the blue eyes fixed upon him.
"He has professed to be afraid--"
"That I should murder him?" said Anderson with a laugh. "And he told you some sort of a story?"
"A long one, I regret to say."
"And not to my credit?"
"The tone of it was certainly hostile. I would rather not repeat it."
"I should not dream of asking you to do so. And where is this precious individual to be found?"
Delaine named the address which had been given him--of a lodging mainly for railway men near Laggan.
"I will look him up," said Anderson briefly. "The whole story of course is a mere attempt to get money--for what reason I do not know; but I will look into it."