Before he left him, he had asked him these questions: "Any grey horse in town ?" "Yes, _one_." "I think I've seen it--has a patch of black on its left shoulder." "Yes." "Whose is it?
I've a mighty curiosity about the horse.

Looks like a trick horse." "I don't know what you mean by that.

It belongs to a respectable family.
A family you must have heard about if you ever heard anything.

There's a funeral there to-day--" "Not Miss Cumberland's ?" exclaimed Sweetwater, all agog in a moment.
"Yes, Miss Cumberland's.

I thought you might have heard the name." "Yes, I've heard it." The tone was dry, the words abrupt, but the detective's heart was dancing like a feather.