For don't forget this, Mitchington!--somewhere, somebody may know something! Only something.
But that something might clear Ransford of the suspicion that's undoubtedly been cast upon him.

If you're thinking to get a strong case against Ransford, you've got your work set.

He gave your theory a nasty knock this morning by his few words about that pill.

Did Coates and Everest find a pill, now ?" "Not at liberty to say, sir," answered Mitchington.

"At present, anyway.
Um! I dislike these private offers of reward--it means that those who make 'em get hold of information which is kept back from us, d'you see! They're inconvenient." Then he went away, and Bryce, after waiting awhile, until night had settled down, slipped quietly out of the house and set off for the gloom of Paradise..