Though he had only said three words, still she had carried her point, and Mr.Franklin had spoken to her.
I saw the pony harnessed myself.

In the infernal network of mysteries and uncertainties that now surrounded us, I declare it was a relief to observe how well the buckles and straps understood each other! When you had seen the pony backed into the shafts of the chaise, you had seen something there was no doubt about.

And that, let me tell you, was becoming a treat of the rarest kind in our household.
Going round with the chaise to the front door, I found not only Mr.
Franklin, but Mr.Godfrey and Superintendent Seegrave also waiting for me on the steps.
Mr.Superintendent's reflections (after failing to find the Diamond in the servants' rooms or boxes) had led him, it appeared, to an entirely new conclusion.

Still sticking to his first text, namely, that somebody in the house had stolen the jewel, our experienced officer was now of the opinion that the thief (he was wise enough not to name poor Penelope, whatever he might privately think of her!) had been acting in concert with the Indians; and he accordingly proposed shifting his inquiries to the jugglers in the prison at Frizinghall.

Hearing of this new move, Mr.
Franklin had volunteered to take the Superintendent back to the town, from which he could telegraph to London as easily as from our station.
Mr.Godfrey, still devoutly believing in Mr.Seegrave, and greatly interested in witnessing the examination of the Indians, had begged leave to accompany the officer to Frizinghall.