While the consultation was in progress, a gentle tap came to the door, and, following it, a voice that thrilled the lawyer, saying, “May I come in, uncle; I have some news for you?” Carruthers opened the door, when Miss Carmichael told him that young Hill, the girls’ brother, had arrived with another man, and wanted to see him immediately on special business that would not wait, and that they seemed to have been out shooting.  The Squire went out and returned with Rufus and Ben Toner.  The former related how Ben had gone to afternoon meetin’ to tell what he knew of the conspiracy to clean out all the scabs in Flanders, and have trade run smooth.  Coristine examined his old patient, who readily responded, and Nash, who was now Chisholm in beard and moustache, helped the interrogation.  Toner’s information, like that of Sylvanus, came from accidentally overhearing the talk of four men in a waggon, driving Flanders way during church time, while he was fishing in the river.

“I heerd ’em say as they’d be a big blayuz afore mornin’, and as Squier Cruthers, and the bailiff, and Nash, and a raivenue gaal, had got to go to kingdom come.  One on ’em says he seen Mr. Nash and got a hit off his stick.  He’s a goin’ to lay for him straight and for them two walkin’ spies likeways.”

“What made you look up Rufus?” asked the lawyer.

“I thort the raivenue gaal might a been one of his sisters that’s here.  Besides, he’s got a gun, and so have I, and I’m a goin’ to be true to my word, Doctor, to you and the bailiff too, ef I have to shoot aivery mother’s son of them vilyins.”

The Captain and Sylvanus, with Rufus and Ben, all testified to the moving of several teams, with rough-looking characters on board, along the roads that led towards Flanders, and the Lake Settlement in particular.  The Squire and Mr. Nash had noticed the same.

“Ben,” said the latter, taking off his disguise, “I think I can trust you.  I am the detective Nash.”

Toner started, but quickly recovered himself, and, rising, gave his hand to the man of aliases, saying, “You kin, Mr. Nash, s’haylp me.  Old man Newcome swears he’s a goin’ to hev your life, but he won’t ef I’m any good.”

The detective shook hands warmly, and, taking Ben aside, found that he had no personal knowledge of Rawdon, the Newcome of whom he spoke being apparently the go between.  The intimacy between them, which was near ruining the young man, had come about through Toner’s attention to Newcome’s daughter, Sarah Eliza.  “But,” continued the unhappy lover, “the old man’s been and had Serlizer off for more’n a year, and puts me off and off and better off, till I just up and wouldn’t stand it no more.  I ain’t a goin’ to sell his stuff, nor drink his stuff, nor hev nawthun more to do along of his gang, but I’d like to know where Serlizer’s put to, and I’m here and my gun, with a lot of powder and shot and slugs, for the stummik of any gallihoot as lays a finger on you, Mr. Nash, or the doctor or the gals.”