"It was evident from his remarks at the inquest that some one--probably Mrs.LaGrange--had posted him concerning you, and he is afraid you are onto his secret." "I had questioned if it were that, or whether possibly he might be onto mine." "Not at all probable," said the attorney, after a moment's reflection.

"If he really understood your position, he would be far too cunning to allow you to get sight of him.

You have the scoundrel completely in your power." "Yes, as much as he is in anybody's power; but it is doubtful if any one can hold so slippery a rascal as he.

I believe I will give him a call, however." "It would do no harm, taking care, of course, that you give him no information." "Oh, certainly," said Scott, with a smile, as he paused for an instant in the doorway; "my object will be to get, not give, information." "His object will probably be the same," was Mr.Sutherland's parting shot, as he turned with a laugh to his desk.
Scott, having ascended a narrow, crooked stairway, found himself in a long, dark hall, poorly ventilated, and whose filthy condition was only too apparent even in the dim light.

Far in the rear he saw a door bearing the words, "R.