to London," replied the principal person in authority. "They will be quite safe, Mr. Spargo; have no fear. We don't know what they may reveal."
"You don't, indeed!" said Spargo. "But I may as well tell yon that I have a strong belief that they'll reveal a good deal that nobody dreams of, so take the greatest care of them."
Then, without waiting for further talk with any one, Spargo hurried Breton out of the cemetery. At the gate, he seized him by the arm.
"Now, then, Breton!" he commanded. "Out with it!"
"With what?"
"You promised to tell me something—a great deal, you said—if we found that coffin empty. It is empty. Come on—quick!"
"All right. I believe I know where Elphick and Cardlestone can be found. That's all."
"All! It's enough. Where, then, in heaven's name?"
"Elphick has a queer little place where he and Cardlestone sometimes go fishing—right away up in one of the wildest parts of the Yorkshire moors. I expect they've gone there. Nobody knows even their names there—they could go and lie quiet there for—ages."
"Do you know the way to it?"
"I do—I've been there."
Spargo motioned him to hurry.
"Come on, then," he said. "We're going there by the very first train out of this. I know the train, too—-
