He does a bit of business for me.

Stopping long, doctor ?" "Only just to look round," answered Bryce.
"I'm off tomorrow morning--eleven o'clock," said Harker.

"It's a longish journey to Wrychester--for old bones like mine." "Oh, you're all right!--worth half a dozen younger men," responded Bryce.

"You'll see a lot of your contemporaries out, Mr.Harker.
Well--as you've treated me to a very fine cigar, now you'll let me treat you to a drop of whisky ?--they generally have something of pretty good quality in these old-fashioned establishments, I believe." The two travellers sat talking until bedtime--but neither made any mention of the affair which had recently set all Wrychester agog with excitement.

But Bryce was wondering all the time if his companion's story of having a friend at Barthorpe was no more than an excuse, and when he was alone in his own bedroom and reflecting more seriously he came to the conclusion that old Harker was up to some game of his own in connection with the Paradise mystery.
"The old chap was in the Library when Ambrose Campany said that there was a clue in that Barthorpe history," he mused.