"For he asked me if I thought he'd be likely to find the Duke at home at that time of day.

I said I knew his Grace was at Saxonsteade just now, and that I should think the middle of the afternoon would be a good time." "He didn't tell you his business with the Duke ?" asked Mitchington.
"Not a word!" said the landlady.

"Oh, no!--just that, and no more.
But--here's Mr.Dellingham." Bryce turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered, bearded man pass the window--the door opened and he walked in, to glance inquisitively at the inspector.

He turned at once to Mrs.Partingley.
"I hear there's been an accident to that gentleman I came in with last night ?" he said.

"Is it anything serious?
Your ostler says--" "These gentlemen have just come about it, sir," answered the landlady.
She glanced at Mitchington.