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〃Well； I'm not sure I'll tell you yet；〃 answered Treherne； something of the old mischief coming back into his dark eyes。 〃But I'll tell you something else； which may be connected with it； something I couldn't tell until my wife had told you about our meeting in the wood。〃 His face had grown grave again； and he resumed after a pause：
〃When my wife started to follow her father I advised her to go back first to the house； to leave it by another door and to meet me in the wood in half an hour。 We often made these assignations； of course； and generally thought them great fun； but this time the question was serious； and I didn't want the wrong thing done in a hurry。 It was a question whether anything could be done to undo an experiment we both vaguely felt to be dangerous； and she especially thought； after reflection； that interference would make things worse。 She thought the old sportsman； having been dared to do something； would certainly not be dissuaded by the very man who had dared him or by a woman whom he regarded as a child。 She left me at last in a sort of despair； but I lingered with a last hope of doing something； and drew doubtfully near to the heart of the wood； and there； instead of the silence I expected； I heard a voice。 It seemed as if the Squire must be talking to himself； and I had the unpleasant fancy that he had already lost his reason in that wood of witchcraft。 But I soon found that if he was talking he was talking with two voices。 Other fancies attacked me； as that the other was the voice of the tree or the voices of the three trees talking together； and with no man near。 But it was not the voice of the tree。 The next moment I knew the voice； for I had heard it twenty times across the table。 It was the voice of that doctor of yours； I heard it as certainly as you hear my voice now。〃
After a moment's silence； he resumed： 〃I left the wood； I hardly knew why； and with wild and bewildered feelings； and as I came out into the faint moonshine I saw that old lawyer standing quietly； but staring at me like an owl。 At least； the light touched his red hair with fire； but his square old face was in shadow。 But I knew； if I could have read it； that it was the face of a hanging judge。〃
He threw himself on the bench again； smiled a little； and added： 〃Only； like a good many hanging judges； I fancy； he was waiting patiently to hang the wrong man。〃
〃And the right man〃 said Paynter mechanically。 Treherne shrugged his shoulders； sprawling on the ale bench； and played with his empty pot。
IV。 THE CHASE AFTER THE TRUTH
Some time after the inquest； which had ended in the inconclusive verdict which Mr。 Andrew Ashe had himself predicted and achieved； Paynter was again sitting on the bench outside the village inn； having on the little table in front of it a tall glass of light ale； which he enjoyed much more as local color than as liquor。 He had but one companion on the bench； and that a new one； for the little market place was empty at that hour； and he had lately； for the rest； been much alone。 He was not unhappy； for he resembled his great countryman； Walt Whitman； in carrying a kind of universe with him like an open umbrella； but he was not only alone； but lonely。 For Ashe had gone abruptly up to London； and since his return had been occupied obscurely with legal matters； doubtless bearing on the murder。 And Treherne had long since taken up his position openly； at the great house； as the husband of the great lady； and he and she were occupied with sweeping reforms on the estate。 The lady especially； being of the sort whose very dreams 〃drive at practice；〃 was landscape gardening as with the gestures of a giantess。 It was natural； therefore； that so sociable a spirit as Paynter should fall into speech with the one other stranger who happened to be staying at the inn； evidently a bird of passage like himself。 This man； who was smoking a pipe on the bench beside him； with his knapsack before him on the table； was an artist come to sketch on that romantic coast； a tall man in a velvet jacket； with a shock of tow…colored hair； a long fair beard； but eyes of dark brown； the effect of which contrast reminded Paynter vaguely； he hardly knew why； of a Russian。 The stranger carried his knapsack into many picturesque corners； he obtained permission to set up his easel in that high garden where the late Squire had held his al fresco banquets。 But Paynter had never had an opportunity of judging of the artist's work； nor did he find it easy to get the artist even to talk of his art。 Cyprian himself was always ready to talk of any art； and he talked of it excellently； but with little response。 He gave his own reasons for preferring the Cubists to the cult of Picasso； but his new friend seemed to have but a faint interest in either。 He insinuated that perhaps the Neo…Primitives were after all only thinning their line； while the true Primitives were rather tightening it； but the stranger seemed to receive the insinuation without any marked reaction of feeling。 When Paynter had even gone back as far into the past aA the Post…Impressionists to find a common ground； and not found it； other memories began to creep back into his mind。 He was just reflecting； rather darkly； that after all the tale of the peacock trees needed a mysterious stranger to round it off； and this man had much the air of being one； when the mysterious stranger himself said suddenly：
〃Well； I think I'd better show you the work I'm doing down here。〃
He had his knapsack before him on the table； and he smiled rather grimly as he began to unstrap it。 Paynter looked on with polite expressions of interest； but was considerably surprised when the artist unpacked and placed on the table； not any recognizable works of art； even of the most Cubist description； but （first） a quire of foolscap closely written with notes in black and red ink； and （second）； to the American's extreme amazement； the old woodman's ax with the linen wrapper； which he had himself found in the well long ago。
〃Sorry to give you a start； sir；〃 said the Russian artist； with a marked London accent。 〃But I'd better explain straight off that I'm a policeman。〃
〃You don't look it；〃 said Paynter。
〃I'm not supposed to；〃 replied the other。 〃Mr。 Ashe brought me down here from the Yard to investigate； but he told me to report to you when I'd got anything to go on。 Would you like to go into the matter now？
〃When I took this matter up；〃 explained the detective； 〃I did it at Mr。 Ashe's request； and largely； of course； on Mr。 Ashe's lines。 Mr。 Ashe is a great criminal lawyer； with a beautiful brain； sir； as full as the Newgate Calendar。 I took； as a working notion； his view that only you five gentlemen round the table in the Squire's garden were acquainted with the Squire's movements。 But you gentlemen； if I may say so； have a way of forgetting certain other things and other people which we are rather taught to look for first。 And as I followed Mr。 Ashe's inquiries through the stages you know already； through certain suspicions I needn't discuss because they've been dropped； I found the thing shaping after all toward something； in the end； which I think we should have considere