animated, than usual. He seemed, in fact, pleased to see her.
"Larry? Larry who?" he enquired, when Mrs. Bradley had stated the object of her visit.
"I don't know. He was here six years ago, with Piggy and Alec."
"That's another thing," said the Warden. "Who were Piggy and Alec?"
"Alec we should be able to trace, I think, from your records. It sounds to me like a reasonable, if shortened, form of Alexander or even Alexis."
"And it may not be short for anything. He may have been christened Alec," argued the Warden. "And Larry might be traceable. Yes, indeed he might."
The records were conveniently to hand. An exploration of a stock-room, a mounting of library steps, and the records were identified and produced for inspection and research.
"Larry; Larry," said the Warden, tracing Christian names with a patient and experienced forefinger. "Harry?"
"Laurence? Lawrence?" suggested Mrs. Bradley.
"Got it in one, if that's it," replied the Warden. "And if it is it, you're in luck. Only one boy named Lawrence for the whole of that year, either Christian or surname. Here we are. Henry Nelson Lawrence. Now, I can give you the next stage in his career from this."
He opened another register. Mrs. Bradley leaned over, and followed the zealous forefinger as it passed swiftly down the page.
"Ah! We are in luck! Here it is, look," said the Warden. "Lad went into the Navy. Now, granted that he continued to be respectable, you'll have little difficulty in following him up, I imagine."
It was not quite as easy as the Warden had indicated, but, fortunately for Mrs. Bradley's plans, Henry Nelson Lawrence, A.B., proved to be one of the Institution's successes. Furthermore, he happened, by great good luck, to be on leave at Plymouth. He proved to be a large, docile young man, whose embarrassment at being brought up against the past was almost equalled by his desire to assist in tracking down the murderer of Piggy and Alec.
"Who were Piggy and Alec?" Mrs. Bradley enquired." Can you remember their names?"
"Pegwell and Kettleborough," the young seaman promptly responded.
"Thank you very much. And now, Mr. Lawrence, I wonder whether you have any idea of the means by which they escaped from the Institution? I ought to warn you that you may have to make this statement in court."
"In court?" He looked doubtful, but only for a moment. "They was good little chaps," he remarked. "I liked 'em. The cook-housekeeper—I forget her name—she got 'em the files, and she hid 'em in the kitchen while they was being looked for. But that's all 1 know, lady. I never cottoned on where they went, or aught else about it."
It was good enough, if not too good, thought Mrs. Bradley. She tested the statement carefully and with finesse. There seemed no doubt that Larry fully believed that Bella Foxley had assisted the escape and had hidden the fugitives until the first hue and cry had died down.
It was not easy to decide, after that, to what extent Larry ought to be taken into her confidence. She thought she would risk it. After all, Bella Foxley was under arrest. She was not in a position to attack the witnesses.
"I ought to tell you, Mr. Lawrence," she said, "that we suspect Miss Foxley of having used the two boys for her own ends, and that, when they were of no further use to her, she murdered them by shutting them up in a cellar and starving them to death."
The simple face of the young man hardened.
"I wouldn't put it past her, mam," he said.
"And you would be willing to give evidence?" Mrs. Bradley enquired.
"Yes, I reckon so. I've gone straight since I joined the Navy. I've got my record. There's nothing again' it. I don't see why I shouldn't speak up, and tell what I know. 'Twasn't nothing to do with me they made their getaway."
"All right," said Mrs. Bradley. "Tell me all you know."
"Well, I know she got 'em the files and I know she done some of the filing through the window bars, because Piggy told me. He said she could get in the dormitories without being questioned, being, like, the housekeeper, and able to go where she wanted."
"Why did they think she was willing to help them?"
"She never said. Only spilt 'em some dope about she knew they'd go straight if they got the chance, and she was going to see they got it."