He was governed by the astute belief that his very outspokenness in this respect would weaken the inferences which the police might otherwise draw from it.
Furneaux uttered never a word.

He was a first-rate listener, though his behavior was most undetective-like, since he hardly looked at Grant or the girl, but seemed to devote his attention almost exclusively to the scenic panorama in front.
However, when Grant came to the somewhat strenuous passage-at-arms of the previous night between Ingerman and himself, the little man broke in at once.
"Isidor G.Ingerman ?" he cried.

"Is he a tall, lanky, cadaverous, rather crooked person, with black hair turning gray, and an absurdly melodious voice ?" "You have described him without an unnecessary word," said Grant.
Furneaux clicked his tongue in a peculiar fashion.
"Go on!" he said.

"It's a regular romance--quite in your line, Mr.Grant, of course, but none the less enthralling because, as you so happily phrased Miss Martin's lesson in astronomy, it happens to be true." Grant was scrupulously fair to Ingerman.

He admitted the "financier's" adroitness of speech, and made clear the fact that if the visit had the levying of blackmail for its object such a possible outcome was only hinted at vaguely.