"But--then--well, how was the bank robbed?" Harding cried.
"I know how it was robbed; by whom it was robbed; everything," Durham replied.
"Who was it?" Wallace asked.
Durham remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"The Rider?" Harding said.
"That name will do. The Rider and another. They are both dead. I saw one die--from a bullet in the back. I fired it. I have seen the other dead from a bullet Mr. Dudgeon fired. The missing notes I have recovered. I have them here."
He put his hand inside his tunic and drew out a closely tied bundle which he laid on the table.
"Will you check them and see if the total is correct?"
"Now?" Wallace asked.
"If you please."
"But will not to-morrow morning do? It is enough to have as many as these back without going through them so late at night."
"I shall not be here to-morrow."
"You are surely not going away--not until----"
"I shall not be here to-morrow," Durham repeated.
The tone in which he spoke stopped further discussion.
"We can check them in here--I will fetch the register," Harding said, as he rose and went to the office, returning in a few moments with the book.
While he and Wallace checked the notes with the list of those stolen, Durham sat at the end of the table in the same position he had first assumed.
"They are all here," Wallace said in a subdued voice, when the checking was complete. The presence of this grey-faced, silent, sad-eyed man was getting on his nerves.
"The gold and the things stolen from the bank will be here in a few minutes; Brennan is bringing them."
"And the deeds--Mrs. Burke's deeds? Have you no trace of them?"
"They are returned to the owner."
"But they ought to be here. The Bank advanced money on them."
"I am sorry. I cannot help it now. You will have to hold the deeds of Waroona Downs instead."
"We have those," Harding said quietly.
"Oh, well then, it does not matter so much, though it is still very irregular, you know," Wallace replied.
Durham stood up and turned to Harding. "You will tell Mrs. Eustace? Tell her I am more than sorry for her in her trouble, but she can console herself that she was right. Her husband was innocent. Good-bye."
With bent head and slow steps he passed from the room and from the bank, closing the door after him.
"But what does it mean? What does it all mean?" Wallace cried as the front door slammed.
"We may know to-morrow," Harding replied. "There must be something horribly tragic to have affected Durham so much. Better leave it as it stands, I think. He would have spoken had there been anything more he could have said."
"Did he mean the gold was coming here to-night?"
"I gathered so. Shall I walk up to the station and ask Brennan?"
But before he could do so Brennan arrived at the bank.
"Where will you have it put?" he asked. "I've got it out at the back by the fence."
"We'll both give you a hand with it," Wallace replied.
They went out at the back door. A light cart was standing beyond the fence, with something in it covered by a tarpaulin. Brennan pulled the cover away and revealed the pile of bags.
"There is hardly anything missing," Wallace exclaimed when everything had been carried into the bank and the amount checked. "It is one of the smartest things I have ever encountered. The way your sub-inspector has traced and recovered this is nothing short of marvellous."
"He told me to say, sir, that it seemed to him only a right thing for you to do to let Mr. Eustace be brought here so that the funeral could be from the bank."
"Well, of course we must consult Mrs. Eustace about that," Wallace answered. "I'll see Mr. Durham in the morning----"
"Sorry to say you won't, sir," Brennan interrupted. "He's on his way now to the junction. He told me that what he had discovered he would have to report personally to the chief. Just what it is I haven't the faintest idea, but it's something pretty hot, if you ask me. I've never seen the sub-inspector curled up over anything like he is over this."
"He told us he had shot the Rider," Harding said.
"Oh, yes, sir, he told me that too. What I'm inclined to think is that he discovered him to be a member of some big family in the south, and is anxious for their sake to keep the name secret. It's just the sort of thing some young blood might do if he were in an awkward hole--a chance of lifting a big sum such as this is a pretty strong temptation to anyone in a hole."
"That may be it. One never knows. He may even have been a friend of Durham's," Wallace said musingly. "Certainly something has upset him very much. You don't know what became of the papers he found, do you?
The papers Mrs. Burke left with the Bank?" he added.
"I know nothing about them, sir; but he told me to ride out to Waroona Downs the first thing in the morning and tell Mrs. Burke to come in and see you. Perhaps she may know something about them."
"Ah, very likely," Wallace said. "He told us he had returned them to the owner. I expect that is it, Harding. He has sent or given them to her.
She will be able to put the matter straight, however, when she comes in."
"I should have liked to let Mrs. Eustace know to-night, but it is too late now," Harding remarked. "It's long after midnight."
"Go over directly after breakfast in the morning. I'll see to the office until you return. It will be necessary to wire to the general manager about Durham's suggestion, but we must have her opinion first."
"I suppose she has heard about Mr. Dudgeon," Harding said. "It's a bad business all through."
"There is his will, Harding; don't forget that. Not many people would be inclined to call that a bad business if they were in Mrs. Eustace's place."
It was the one grain of comfort Harding felt he was carrying with him when, on the following morning, he walked through the town to Smart's cottage.