He might easily induce the others to believe that Grant was the real criminal, but the quiet man in the black morning-coat and striped cloth trousers was of finer metal.

He knew instantly that if he could persuade this one "probable juror" of Grant's guilt, the remainder would follow his lead like a flock of sheep.
But there was no need to hurry.

Next day's inquest would be a mere formality.

The real struggle would begin a week or a fortnight later.
"You have said a very wise thing, sir," he murmured appreciatively.

"Even my feelings must be kept under better control.