"Yes, Sunday night."
"Walk right in, sir. Mr. Hunt's in the living room."
Hunt had evidently been reading, but had risen at the sound of voices, for on entering the living room they found him standing by the davenport, with his finger between the pages of a book.
"Good evening," said Marsh.
There was a look of surprise on Hunt's face, but he quickly mastered it.
"I hardly expected to see you here," he observed, significantly. "And who are your friends?"
"Detective Sergeant Morgan, whom you have met before; and his partner, Detective Sergeant Tierney."
Again that astonished expression passed over Hunt's face. He spoke quite calmly, however.
"May I ask the reason for this late call?"
"It's really a continuation of the visit I made here Sunday night," answered Marsh. "My story has had another and more interesting chapter added to it, and I thought you might like to hear it."