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One of them was the amount of the half burned note of Drysdale; the other, was the amount of his balance in the bank. I sat up until a very late hour, thinking over the possible solution of the mystery, and when I finally went to bed, I had satisfied myself as to the identity of the murderer.

Drysdale took up the strain: "Yes, Cadi, you've got the true missionary gospel, the kind of yabber they fire at each other over tea and buns at Darling Point and Toorak all about the poor native and the bad, bad men who don't put peas in their guns, and do sometimes get an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.... Come here, Bimbi." Bimbi came. "Yes, master," Bimbi said.

Forewarned, though he was, the ghostly stillness with which it moved, gave him quite a severe fright, before he recollected that it was Drysdale. He immediately followed the figure and noted his every movement. In the same way, as he had done at first, he now proceeded, and after walking up the stream a short distance, he reached down, felt for something at the bottom, and then came out.

Potter got up and went into Drysdale's room, where he was sleeping alone. She then dropped some blood on his pillow, on the floor, and around the bed. Then passing out, she left the trail as before from the house toward Rocky Creek. Drysdale was horrified early next morning when he saw the blood-stains.

"Your nerves are a little shaken, and you will certainly be ill if you keep on working so steadily." Drysdale soon relapsed into moody silence, and when they reached his gate, he was a really pitiable object. He asked Andrews to take supper with him, but as the invitation was given only as a matter of form, the latter excused himself, and rode immediately to the hotel. He happened to meet Mrs.

We had two days of cattle-hunting in the Copper-mine hills, and then we started westward, in the tracks of the Cadi, to make for Barlas's station. The second day we camped at Bora Bora Creek. We had just hobbled the horses, and were about to build a fire, when Bimbi came running to us. "Master, master," he said to Drysdale, "that fellow Cadi yarraman mumkull over there. Plenty myall mandowie!"

He gave us his camps Bora Bora, Budgery-Gar, Wintelliga, and Gilgan since we were to go in his direction also soon. He turned round in his saddle as he rode off, and said gaily: "Gentlemen, I hope you'll always help to uphold the majesty of the law as nobly as you have sustained its envoy from your swags." Drysdale and I waved our hands to him, but Barlas muttered something between his teeth.

The rest of the party stayed at the gate, while Mrs. Potter went in. She was ushered into the library, and Mrs. Drysdale came down at once. Having explained her object in calling, Mrs. Potter asked whether Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale would not join the party outside, for a short walk. "I am sorry to say, that my husband is quite unwell," said Mrs. Drysdale.

"Except that the General told me he might require me to go forward with him to look for targets," replied Drysdale. "Well, if you like, you slip along to the battery for breakfast. I'll hold the fort until you come back." There was, indeed, until well on in the morning, surprisingly little information to be telephoned to the Artillery.

It would be strange if I sympathized with their plans for robbing the landlords." "Anyhow, Drysdale means to bring his flock, and I'm afraid you'll have to pay. The situation has some humor." Osborn knitted his brows. Hayes had been talking to him about the estate accounts and he had resolved to practise stern economy.

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