"I do. He was drowned near Kilcash, wasn't he?"
"At the Black Rock."
"An awful death. I never think of any one being drowned there without shuddering. Wasn't there something wrong with that man--that client of yours?"
"Yes. The police were after him."
"Why do you speak of him now?"
"Don't you remember that when seen by the police who were in chase he was in the neighbourhood of Davenport's house, and that he ran like a madman until he got to the Black Rock, and then threw himself in?"
"Yes; it makes my flesh creep," said O'Brien, with a shiver.
"He left some documents in my possession. They are in my possession yet. They show he had some connection with Davenport. I had forgotten all about it until----"
The solicitor paused, and suddenly the eyes, which had been so long turned inward, flashed out their light, and blazed into those of the young man standing opposite.
O'Brien started back in vague dread.