"Let me hear what your suspicions are," said he.
I noticed Mr.Gryce colored at this; he had evidently been met in a different way from what he expected.

"Excuse me," said he, "I do not say I have any suspicions; my errand is simply to notify you of the death of the girl you were seen to speak with, and to ask whether or not you can give us any information that can aid us in the matter before the coroner." "You know I have not.

If I have been as closely followed as you say, you must know why I spoke to that girl and others, why I went to the house of the Schoenmakers and--Do you know ?" he suddenly inquired.
Mr.Gryce was not the man to answer such a question as that.

He eyed the rich signet ring that adorned the hand of the gentleman before him and suavely smiled.

"I am ready to listen to any explanations," said he.
Mr.Blake's haughty countenance became almost stern.