"I've enough to do here.

One of our men has already gone--he's on his way.

We shall have to wait for news.

I'm inclined to agree with Mr.Allerdyke--it's a big thing, a very big thing.
If Mr.Allerdyke's cousin was really murdered, and if the Frenchwoman's death arose out of that, and now Lydenberg's, there's a clever combination at work.

And--where's the least clue to it ?" Allerdyke helped himself to a fresh cigar out of a box which lay on Fullaway's table, lighted it, and smoked in silence for a minute or two.
The other men, feeling instinctively that he was thinking, waited.
"Look you here!" he exclaimed suddenly.