CHAPTER IV

When the superintendent and the solicitor had left him, Sellathwaite sat down again in a corner of the coffee-room, and, lighting a fresh cigar, gave himself up to speculation and thought. He was more puzzled by the events and revelations of that day than he had ever been in the whole course of his professional experience. It was not so much that Robinson had continued to remain dead and buried, as it were, for nineteen years as that Sellathwaite found it hard to account for the man’s conduct. Robinson was now pres…