They'll not keep it back." Bryce let Dick go, and the boy immediately darted off in the direction of the close, while the two men went towards Harker's house.

Neither spoke until they were safe in the old detective's little parlour, then Harker, turning up his lamp, looked at Bryce and shook his head.
"It's a good job I've retired!" he said, almost sadly.

"I'm getting too old for my trade, doctor.

Once upon a time I should have been fit to kick myself for not having twigged the meaning of this business sooner than I have done!" "Have you twigged it ?" demanded Bryce, almost scornfully.

"You're a good deal cleverer than I am if you have.