"That's certain!" Mitchington carefully put away the pill-box and relocked the drawer.
"I've got some decidedly uncomfortable ideas--which I'd much rather not have--about Dr.Ransford," he said.

"When one thing seems to fit into another, what is one to think.

If I were certain that that rumour which spread, about Collishaw's knowledge of something--you know, had got to Ransford's ears--why, I should say it looked very much as if Ransford wanted to stop Collishaw's tongue for good before it could say more--and next time, perhaps, something definite.

If men once begin to hint that they know something, they don't stop at hinting.

Collishaw might have spoken plainly before long--to us!" Bryce asked a question about the holding of the inquest and went away.
And after thinking things over, he turned in the direction of the Cathedral, and made his way through the Cloisters to the Close.