But he remembered that it was his own policy to keep pertinent facts for his own private consideration, so he said nothing.

And Mitchington presently remarking that there was no more to be done there, and ascertaining from Mr.Dellingham that it was his intention to remain in Wrychester for at any rate a few days, they went downstairs again, and Bryce and the inspector crossed over to the police-station.
The news had spread through the heart of the city, and at the police-station doors a crowd had gathered.

Just inside two or three principal citizens were talking to the Superintendent--amongst them was Mr.Stephen Folliot, the stepfather of young Bonham--a big, heavy-faced man who had been a resident in the Close for some years, was known to be of great wealth, and had a reputation as a grower of rare roses.

He was telling the Superintendent something--and the Superintendent beckoned to Mitchington.
"Mr.Folliot says he saw this gentleman in the Cathedral," he said.
"Can't have been so very long before the accident happened, Mr.Folliot, from what you say." "As near as I can reckon, it would be five minutes to ten," answered Mr.
Folliot.

"I put it at that because I'd gone in for the morning service, which is at ten.