“No.”
“Well, that is interesting. Excuse my interruptions and go on.”
The chief smiled.
“I thought you’d see before long,” he remarked, “that we have a very pretty problem here in Kimberley and that it takes more than a young American’s pluck and shrewdness to solve it.
“It would take too long to tell how, after seven or eight murders had been committed within the space of as many months and all without doubt by the same man, how we finally got on the right track.
“So let it pass for the present that we did get started and that we found the murderer to be a man named Mulvey.
“Mulvey was an ex-convict. He had been a soldier and I think also a sailor, for it is certain that he had knocked about the world much more than most men.
“His object in committing murder in such a wholesale manner may have been partly robbery, but I’m inclined to think that it was more a mania for killing.
“The important thing is, however, that Mulvey discovered that he was suspected just about as soon as we began to think that he was our man.
“Then he disappeared. Of course we took that fact as positive proof that he was the man we were after.