"Did you know these servants who accompanied you?"
"One I knew slightly; the other I had not seen before."
"Describe them to me, please."
"The man who is known to me, is called Miles. He is clean-shaven, short and powerful, although somewhat elderly. He was known, I believe, as Sir Nathaniel's most trusted servant; he had been with Sir Nathaniel for years. I cannot describe him minutely for, of course, I never paid much attention to him. The other was tall and thickset, and wore a heavy beard. He was a silent fellow; I do not believe he spoke a word during the journey."
"Miles was more communicative?"
"Oh yes—even garrulous, perhaps. He talked about the weather and the moon, and I forget what all."
"Never about books?"
"There was no mention of books between any of us."
"Just how did the attack occur?"
"It was very sudden. We had reached, as I say, about the halfway point, when the big man seized me by the throat—to prevent outcry, I suppose—and on the instant, Miles snatched
