Come along, then." He had fully recovered his self-possession by that time, and he led the way from the surgery and across the Close as if he were going on an ordinary professional visit.

He kept silence as they walked rapidly towards Paradise, and Bryce was silent, too.

He had studied Ransford a good deal during their two years' acquaintanceship, and he knew Ransford's power of repressing and commanding his feelings and concealing his thoughts.

And now he decided that the look and start which he had at first taken to be of the nature of genuine astonishment were cunningly assumed, and he was not surprised when, having reached the group of men gathered around the body, Ransford showed nothing but professional interest.
"Have you done anything towards finding out who this unfortunate man is ?" asked Ransford, after a brief examination, as he turned to Mitchington.

"Evidently a stranger--but he probably has papers on him." "There's nothing on him--except a purse, with plenty of money in it," answered Mitchington.