He was glad enough to get away without an alarm being raised, and he took the "owl" train to town. The oddest thing to me was that Mr. Jamieson had known for some time that Alex was Jack Bailey. But the face of the pseudo-gardener was very queer indeed, when that night, in the card-room, the detective turned to him and said: "How long are you and I going to play our little comedy, MR. BAILEY?"