“Do you remember the convict's full name?” Kenyon meditated a moment; then he said:
“Roger Oakley.”
The editor turned to the files of the Herald.
“I'll just look back and see if it's the same name. I've probably got it here among the personals, if I can only find it. What was he imprisoned for?” he added.
“He was serving a life sentence for murder, I think, John told me, but I won't be sure.”
“The devil, you say!” ejaculated Ryder. “Yes, Roger Oakley, the name's the same.”
“I knew I couldn't be mistaken. I got a pretty good memory for names and faces. Curious, ain't it, that he should turn up here?”
Ryder smiled queerly as he dropped the Herald files back into the rack.
“His son is manager for Cornish here. He's the fellow I was telling you about.”
Kenyon smiled, too.