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But Archenfield was not listening, he was hardly conscious of that iron grip upon his arm. Just for that moment his thoughts were very far away from the secluded corner of that quiet garden, for in imagination he was following the man in the evening dress whose footsteps were still audible in the distance. For it seemed to Archenfield that he was on the verge of a fresh discovery. At any rate, he had learned something.
"Did you notice that fellow's manner, Chim Fang?" he asked. "You know why I am here--In fact, I don't think there is anything that I have not told you. You know all about the gold box, and the conditions in which it was lost. What do you make of that man?"