I figure at the inn as "Mr.W.Franklin, Argentina." Indeed, Mr.Furneaux left the village because he realized the difficulties facing him in that respect.
Now, I trust you, and I hope you will justify my faith.

You know Superintendent Fowler.

I want you to meet me and him this afternoon at two o'clock at the crossroads beyond the mill.

A closed car will be in waiting, and we can have half an hour's talk without anyone in Steynholme being the wiser.

Remember that this village, like the night, has a thousand eyes.