THE MAN WHO KNEW
suit your book, John Minute, to go into the court and testify against me. Too many things would come out in the witness box, and you well know it—besides, Rhodesia is a long way off!"
"I know a place which is n't so far distant," said the other, looking up from his chair—"a place called Felixstowe, for example. There 's another place called Cromer. I 've been in consultation with a gentleman you may have heard of, a Mr. Saul Arthur Mann."
"Saul Arthur Mann," repeated the other slowly. "I 've never heard of him."
"You would not, but he has heard of you," said John Minute calmly. "The fact is, Crawley, there 's a big bad record against you, between your serious crimes in Rhodesia and your blackmail of to-day. I 've a few facts about you which will interest you. I know the date you came to this country, which I did n't know before, and I know how you earned your living until you found me. I know of some shares in a non-existent Rhodesian mine which you sold
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