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The man made a gesture of disgust. “My oath, he does! They say he's the biggest rogue out of jail, and I believe it. He's a clever scoundrel.” Larose had got all he wanted and left the garage in a very thoughtful frame of mind. The whole thing was now perfectly clear. The gamekeeper had gone up to London to see Mason the day he was killed and, as one scoundrel confiding to another, had almost certainly told him everything. So Mason knew Jean had had a baby before she married Colonel Hilary and—— But, suddenly, another thought avalanched itself into Larose's mind. Mason knew that he, Larose, was the supposed gunman who came to the cottage threatening sudden death to Vance, if the latter did not immediately leave the neighbourhood! Of course, the gamekeeper would have told Mason about the