It is, isn't it ?" "No! Yes," growled the other.

"Whichever it is, it isn't your road to-night.

That's private property, sir.

The alley you see, belongs to our neighbours.

No one passes through there but myself and--" He caught himself in time, with a sullen grunt which may have been the result of fatigue or of that latent instinct of loyalty which is often the most difficult obstacle a detective has to encounter.
"And Mr.Ranelagh, I suppose you would say ?" was Sweetwater's easy finish.
No answer; the coachman simply locked the door and put the key in his pocket.
Sweetwater made no effort to deter him.