It was as obvious as a pikestaff to that sagacious gentlewoman; Mr.Harley and Storri had quarreled over stocks.

Mr.Harley had been detected in some effort to swindle Storri; or he had detected Storri in some effort to swindle him; men were always swindling and quarreling, according to Mrs.Hanway-Harley.

She put no question to Mr.
Harley, and only marveled at a thickness that would sacrifice the family's chance of possessing a Count over a low, trifling matter of dollars and cents.
Inspector Val, when the capture of the French shares had removed the reason of his appearance in Storri's destinies, told Richard that he would, with his permission, still continue on the trail of that nobleman.
"Unless my judgment be at fault," explained Inspector Val, "there's something coming off that I wouldn't miss for anything you can name." Richard, held fast with sweeter problems, cared not at all for Storri nor Inspector Val's pursuit of him.

If it jumped with the humor of that scientist of stealth, Inspector Val might follow Storri to the grave.
Richard would be pleased to have him do so, and to pay the costs thereof as rapidly as they accrued.
Inspector Val, whose trade it was to read men, smiled upon Richard at this and went his satisfied way.

He would stick to Storri; and he would notify Richard should aught unusual either promise or occur.