William his properties. He readjusted his wig and beard and hat with a jaunty air. He was feeling exhilarated and stimulated by the adventure.
" Well, we've nearly got him now,'" he said, " he hasn't got much chance now. . . . Go'n' see if he's in the garden, Ginger."
Ginger peeped very cautiously out of the window.
" Yes, he's jus' goin' into his garden," he said excitedly, " he's lookin' at his rose bed again. . . . Look."
The Outlaws peeped from behind the blind. The tenant of Beechgrove was standing in his garden, leaning on his spade and gazing sorrowfully at his roses. They still looked sickly. Perhaps he'd over dosed them with liquid manure. . . . He didn't quite know what to do about it.
" Look at him," said William excitedly. " Jus' like the man in ' The Myst'ry of the Sundial.' Can't keep his eyes off the place where he buried him. Keeps goin' out to look at it. Gotter sort of fascination for him jus' like what the place had for the man in ' The Myst'ry of the Sundial.' Look at him lookin' at it. Jus' standin' lookin' at it. Sort of mournful. That's his guilty conscious. Some of 'em do repent. It comes over them how wicked they are. It did over the man in ' The Myst'ry of the Blue Cat.' But of course it's not so excitin' when they do. ..."
The tenant of Beechgrove turned away from the rose bed and the Outlaws moved hastily from the window.
" Well," said Henry taking out his note-book and pencil with an air of importance. " You goin' out to him now ? '
" In a minute," said William, picking up his beard which had fallen off again. " Now we're here, we may as well have a look round." He gazed about the neat and spotless little room. " Look ! " he said, " that shows you how clever he is. He must 've been lookin'