This night!' After another silence, broken only by the fall of the ashes in the grate, which attracted the informer's attention as if it were the chinking of money, Mortimer Lightwood leaned over his friend, and said in a whisper: 'I suppose I must go with this fellow to our imperturbable friend at the police-station.' 'I suppose,' said Eugene, 'there is no help for it.' 'Do you believe him ?' 'I believe him to be a thorough rascal.

But he may tell the truth, for his own purpose, and for this occasion only.' 'It doesn't look like it.' 'HE doesn't,' said Eugene.

'But neither is his late partner, whom he denounces, a prepossessing person.

The firm are cut-throat Shepherds both, in appearance.

I should like to ask him one thing.' The subject of this conference sat leering at the ashes, trying with all his might to overhear what was said, but feigning abstraction as the 'Governors Both' glanced at him.
'You mentioned (twice, I think) a daughter of this Hexam's,' said Eugene, aloud.