Where ha' you been all night ?" A tense silence fell--broken by the crackling of the wood in the grate, which the charwoman had at last succeeded in stirring into a blaze, and by the rattling of the fire-irons which she now arranged in the fender.
Everybody was watching the suspected man, and nobody as keenly as Brereton.

And Brereton saw that a deadlock was at hand.

A strange look of obstinacy and hardness came into Harborough's eyes, and he shook his head.
"No!" he answered.

"I shan't say! The truth'll come out in good time without that.

It's not necessary for me to say.