That's all you need remember, and what more d'ye want?
It's odds against Hodgson catching him.

It's all Lombard Street to a china orange against his bothering you, if caught, with any plea but Guilty." She ceased, panting with her flow of words.
"Well, but about this Leicester ?" Mr.Rogers objected.
"What about him?
Let him go.

Isabel was right in begging him off-- though you did it, my dear, for other reasons than mine: but when the heart's right, God bless you, it usually speaks common sense.
Let him go.

D'ye want to hang him?
He's ugly enough, but I don't see how you're to do it, unless first of all you catch Whitmore and then force him to turn cat-in-the-pan, at the risk of his talking too much and with the certainty of dragging Isabel into the exposure.
Even so, I doubt you'll get evidence.

This man is a deal too shrewd to have done any of the forging himself.