A MURDER
to a feeble-minded gentleman at Cromer, and to a lady, equally feeble-minded, at Felixstowe. I 've not only got the shares you sold, with your signature as a director, but I have letters and receipts signed by you. It has cost me a lot of money to get them, but it was well worth it."
Crawley's face was livid. He took a step toward the other, but recoiled, for at the first hint of danger John Minute had pulled the revolver he invariably carried.
"Keep just where you are, Crawley!" he said. "You are close enough now to be unpleasant."
"So you 've got my record, have you?" said the other, with an oath. "Tucked away with your marriage lines, I 'll bet, and the certificate of birth of the kids you left to starve with their mother."
"Get out of here!" said Minute, with dangerous quiet. "Get away while you 're safe!"
There was something in his eye which cowed the half-drunken man who, turning with a
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