"Under the circumstances you mention, if you were to assert that Lord Blenavon was at Braster Grange I do not think that I should contradict you." Ray smiled.
"Thank you, doctor," he said.

"Good morning." The doctor drove on, and we pursued our way.
"It was a very dark night," Ray said, half to himself, "but if Blenavon was the man I hit he ought to have a cracked skull." After all, our interrogation of the doctor was quite unnecessary.

We were admitted at once to the Grange by a neatly-dressed parlour-maid.
Mrs.Smith-Lessing was at home, and the girl did not for a moment seem to doubt her mistress's willingness to receive us.

As she busied herself poking the fire and opening wider the thick curtains, Ray asked her another question.
"Do you know if Lord Blenavon is here ?" "Yes, sir," the girl answered promptly.

"He was brought in last night rather badly hurt, but he is much better this morning.