revealing Miss St. Clair's name. This Leander, I fear, would never have swum the Hellespont for a lady's sake."
"Whether he's a swimmer or not," said Heath impatiently, "he's given us something to go on."
Markham agreed that Pfyfe's recital had added materially to the case against Leacock.
"I think I'll have the Captain down to my office to-morrow, and question him," he said.
A moment later Major Benson entered the room, and Markham invited him to join us.
"I just saw Pfyfe get into a taxi," he said, when he had sat down. "I suppose you've been asking him about Alvin's affairs. . . . Did he help you any?"
"I hope so, for all our sakes," returned Markham kindly. "By the way, Major, what do you know about a Captain Philip Leacock?"
Major Benson lifted his eyes to Markham's in surprise.
"Didn't you know? Leacock was one of the captains in my regiment,—a first-rate man. He knew Alvin pretty well, I think; but my impression is they didn't hit it off very chummily. . . . Surely you don't connect him with this affair?"
Markham ignored the question.
"Did you happen to attend a party of Pfyfe's the night the Captain threatened your brother?"
"I went, I remember, to one or two of Pfyfe's parties," said the Major. "I don't, as a rule, care for such gatherings, but Alvin convinced me it was a good business policy."
He lifted his head, and frowned fixedly into space, like one searching for an elusive memory.
