"I'm well known in Wrychester.

The Duke," he went on, nodding his head in the direction of the great house which lay behind the woods at the foot of the garden, "knows me well enough--in fact, I was on my way to see his Grace now, to ask him if he could tell me where you could be found.

The fact is, I'm aware of what happened last night--the jewel affair, you know--Mitchington told me--and of your friendship with Braden, and I want to ask you a question or two about Braden." Glassdale, who had looked somewhat mystified at the beginning of this address, seemed to understand matters better by the end of it.
"Oh, well, of course, doctor," he said, "if that's it--but, of course--a word first!--these folk here at the inn don't know who I am or that I've any connection with the Duke on that affair.

I'm Mr.Gordon here--just staying for a bit." "That's all right," answered Bryce with a smile of understanding.

"All this is between ourselves.