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254 “Perhaps not,” he agreed; “but we’re going to get it--enough to convict him and some to spare.”

“Convict him of what?”

“Of two murders and one robbery.”

“Then you believe he’s implicated in this Edgemere affair?”

“I’m sure of it.”

“But there isn’t a shred of evidence against him,” I protested again, coming back to my old objection; really Godfrey was allowing his prejudices to carry him too far.

“Not a shred, apparently,” he assented readily.

“Well, then, how”

“Here’s the landing,” he interrupted. “We can talk it over on the train.”

We left the boat and hastened across to the station. The train was waiting the word to start, and was in motion a moment after we stepped aboard. There were not many passengers, for the morning travel is toward the city, not from it; and we had no difficulty in finding a seat where we could talk without fear of being overheard.

“Now,” began Godfrey, “as you say, there isn’t a shred of evidence, apparently, against Tremaine. How about your client?”

“Against Drysdale,” I answered, “the evidence seems to be unusually complete.”

“You might have used a stronger phrase. It’s not only complete, it’s consummately perfect. Not a link is missing. He was on the spot; his revolver is found near by with blood on it; a button from his coat is in the dead man’s hand; when he returns to the house,