And now it was Harker who nudged Bryce, drawing his attention to the fact that the parcel, handed by the master-mason to Mitchington was at once passed on by Mitchington to the Duke of Saxonsteade, who, it was very plain to see, appeared to be as much delighted as surprised at receiving it.
"Let us go to your office, inspector," he said.

"We'll examine the contents there.

Let us all go at once!" The three figures behind the cypress trees remained immovable and silent until the five searchers had gone away with their lamps and tools and the sound of their retreating footsteps in Friary Lane had died out.
Then Dick Bewery moved and began to slip off, and Bryce reached out a hand and took him by the shoulder.
"I say, Bewery!" he said.

"Going to tell all that ?" Harker got in a word before Dick could answer.
"No matter if he does, doctor," he remarked quietly.

"Whatever it is, the whole town'll know of it by tomorrow.