"Aye, to be sure! Sit you down, Mr.Fullaway.Will you take anything ?--it's a longish ride from London, and I daresay you'd do with a drink, what ?" "Nothing, nothing, thank you, Mr.Allerdyke," answered Fullaway, obviously surprised by the other's coolness.

"I had lunch on the train." "Very convenient, that," observed Allerdyke.

"I can remember when there wasn't a chance of it.

Aye--and what might this be that you're asking about, now, Mr.Fullaway?
What do you refer to ?" Fullaway, after a moment's surprised look at the Yorkshireman's stolid face, elevated his well-marked eyebrows and shook his head.

Then he edged his chair nearer to the table at which Allerdyke sat.
"You don't know, then, that your cousin had valuables on him ?" he asked in an altered tone.
"I know exactly what my cousin had on him, and what was in his baggage, when I found him dead in his room," replied Allerdyke drily.
"And what that was--was just what I should have expected to find.
But--nothing more." Fullaway almost leapt in his chair.
"Nothing more!" he exclaimed.