“You are sure you saw him go toward the house?”

“Yes, that was plain enough, although he seemed to be sneakin’ along the bushes.”

“Was it the same man?”

“It must have been, but I couldn’t see his valise, because he was behind the bushes.”

“How did the man look?”

“He was a putty heavy fellow and he was dressed in a light gray suit and wore a soft hat to match.”

“Was the valise a light or a dark one?”

“Light.”

“Could you see anything else?”

“No.”

“Did the man have anything besides the valise?”

“Not that I could see.  When he fell and his hat flew off I saw that he had a head of heavy dark hair.”

“And you are certain about the suit being a light gray one and the soft hat matched it?”

“Yes, I’m dead sure of that.”

“What time was this?”

“About half an hour before I passed the house.  I stopped at Peabody’s to chat a while before I crossed his bridge.”

“Did you ever see the man before?”

“Not that I remember.”

“You didn’t see him after that?”

“No.”

Adam Adams drew out a roll of bills and counted out four dollars, which amount he passed over to the fellow he had been interviewing.

“That makes the five I promised you, Carboy.  Now then, will you do me a favor?”

“Certainly, sir, anything you want.”

“I merely want you to keep what you have told me to yourself for the present.”

“Oh, that’s easy—­unless somebuddy tries to git me into trouble.”

“I don’t think that will happen—­if you keep your mouth shut.”

“Then I’ll be as mum as an oyster,” answered Cephas Carboy decidedly.

“I may be along to see you again soon,” continued Adam Adams, and then he drove away in the buggy that had brought him to the vicinity.

He allowed his horse to walk, for he was in a more thoughtful mood than ever.  He was thinking of a man he had met the day before, in a suit of gray and with a soft hat of the same color.  The man had been Tom Ostrello.

CHAPTER IX

ON THE TRAIN

“This is clearing itself by growing more complicated.”

Such was the deduction of the detective after he had reviewed the situation carefully.  Was it possible that the son of the woman who had been murdered was guilty of the double tragedy?  He remembered what he had been told about Tom Ostrello and his wayward brother Dick, and how mother and son had had an exciting meeting on the day previous to the tragedy.

“I rather think it will pay to investigate a little further along this line,” thought Adam Adams.  “More than likely he came here for money, either for himself or his brother Dick.  If his mother did not have it and wanted it she would have to go to Mr. Langmore for it.  That might cause a bitterness all around.  Or again, he might have thought that if his step-father were dead his mother would inherit his money and so plotted one murder, which, when he was discovered, ended in a second.  It will do no harm to have a talk with this young man.”