CHAPTER X.
THE CASE AGAINST GRANT Next morning, after a long conference with Superintendent Fowler, from which, to his great chagrin, P.C.Robinson was excluded, Furneaux went to the post office, dispatched an apparently meaningless telegram to a code address, and exchanged a few orthodox remarks with Doris and her father about the continued fine weather.

While he was yet at the counter, Ingerman crossed the road and entered the chemist's shop.
"Let me see," said the detective musingly, "by committing a slight trespass on your left-hand neighbor's garden, can I reach the yard of the inn ?" "What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve over," smiled Doris.
"Mrs.Jefferson went to Knoleworth early to-day, and took her maid.

By shopping at the stores there, they save their fares, and have a day out each week." "May I go that way, then ?" he said.

"Suppose you send that goggle-eyed skivvy of yours on an errand." This was done, and Furneaux made the desired transit.
Now, Tomlin, to whom the comings and goings of all and sundry formed the staple of the day's gossip, had seen the detective go out, but could "take his sollum davy" that the queer little man had not returned.

He, too, had watched Ingerman going to Siddle's.