I am afraid, Mr.Barnes, that he must have been deceiving you in Cape Town." "If I could only have a dozen words with him!" the young man muttered savagely.
"It would be useful," Wrayson admitted, "but, unfortunately, it is out of the question.

Either he was deceiving you, or he was in possession of something which turned out far more valuable than he had imagined." "If so, where is it ?" Mr.Sydney Barnes demanded.

"If it was worth that to him, it may be to me." "Exactly," Wrayson remarked, "but the question of your brother's murder comes in there.

People don't commit a crime like that for nothing, you know.

If it was information which your brother had, it died with him.