He thought of Rufus Redmond, or Merle Macray, who was on the high seas bound for Australia.
He recalled every incident in the crime in New York, and thought of his work so far.
The trail was growing longer.
It stretched across the great deep to a land still unknown, in part, to the world.
He recalled the letter from Perth, and knew that beyond that faraway town lay the deserts of West Australia and the wild tribes and wilder animals.
But he slept at last, and in the morning awoke refreshed.
He was at breakfast in a little chop-house near the inn when some one came in, and took a seat beside him.
He looked and saw that it was Owens, the Scotland Yarder.
"I have news for you," cried Owens. "There's a steamer going to sail for Sydney this afternoon."
Old Broadbrim gave utterance to an exclamation of joy.