"If he had, I should have known.

I was with him till noon the day he came here--in London--and when he took his ticket at Victoria for Wrychester, he'd no more idea than the man in the moon as to where those men had got to.
He mentioned it as we were having a bit of lunch together before he got into the train.

No--he didn't come to Wrychester for any such purpose as that! But--" He paused and gave Folliot a meaning glance out of the corner of his eyes.
"Aye--what ?" asked Folliot.
"I think he met at least one of 'em here," said Glassdale, quietly.
"And--perhaps both." "Leading to--misfortune for him ?" suggested Folliot.
"If you like to put it that way--yes," assented Glassdale.
Folliot smoked a while in more reflective silence.
"Aye, well!" he said at last.

"I suppose you haven't put these ideas of yours before anybody, now ?" "Present ideas ?" asked Glassdale, sharply.

"Not to a soul! I've not had 'em--very long." "You're the sort of man that another man can do a deal with, I suppose ?" suggested Folliot.