"There's no place where he can be run down like New York, or Paris, or
Melbourne, and it's them they mostly go to. We've wired 'em all three,
and a dozen other ports of the kind. We catches 'em mostly if they go
abroad; but when they remains at home they're uncommon troublesome.
There was a man wandering about in County Donegal. We call Ireland at
home, because we've so much to do with their police since the Land
League came up; but this chap was only an artist who couldn't pay his
bill. What do you think about it, Mr. Annesley?" said the policeman,
turning short round upon Harry, and addressing him a question. Why
should the policeman even have known his name?
"Who? I? I don't think about it at all. I have no means of thinking
about it."
"Because you have been so busy down there at the Yard, I thought that,
as you was asking so many questions, you was, perhaps, interested in the
matter."
"My friend Mr. Annesley," said Augustus, "was acquainted with Captain
Scarborough, as he is with me."
"It did seem as though he was more than usually interested, all the
same," said the policeman.
"I am more than usually interested," replied Harry; "but I do not know
that I am going to give you my reason. As to his present existence I
know absolutely nothing.
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