Go and engage the landlord of the local inn in a discussion on crops.

I am off to Beechcroft Hall.

Mr.Hume and I will call for you on our way back to Stowmarket.

In our private sitting-room at the hotel there I will explain everything." They parted.

Brett was promptly admitted by Mrs.Crowe, and walked rapidly up the avenue.
Winter watched his retreating figure.
"He's smart, I know he's smart," mused the detective.