It had been suggested that very morning before a coroner and his jury; it would grow; the police were already permeated with suspicion and distrust.

Would it not pay him, Bryce, to encourage, to help it?
He had his own score to pay off against Ransford; he had his own schemes as regards Mary Bewery.

Anyway, he was not going to share in any attempts to clear the man who had bundled him out of his house unceremoniously--he would bide his time.

And in the meantime there were other things to be done--one of them that very night.
But before Bryce could engage in his secret task of excavating a small portion of Paradise in the rear of Richard Jenkins's tomb, another strange development came.

As the dark fell over the old city that night and he was thinking of setting out on his mission, Mitchington came in, carrying two sheets of paper, obviously damp from the press, in his hand.