He, no doubt, has his price.

But all that Glassdale knows is nothing--to what I know." Folliot had allowed his cigar to go out.

He threw it away, took a fresh one from the box, and slowly struck a match and lighted it.
"What might you know, now ?" he asked after another pause.
"I've a bit of a faculty for finding things out," answered Bryce boldly.
"And I've developed it.

I wanted to know all about Braden--and about who killed him--and why.

There's only one way of doing all that sort of thing, you know.