And it may have been on the tip of my tongue, but just then he gave me a push towards our door.
"I heard your mother say your dinner was waiting you," he said.

"Go in, now; we'll talk more this afternoon." He strode off up the street, and I turned back and made haste with my dinner.

I wanted to drop in at Crone's before I went again to the office: what had just happened, had made me resolved that Crone and I should speak out; and if he wouldn't, then I would.

And presently I was hurrying away to his place, and as I turned into the back lane that led to it I ran up against Sergeant Chisholm.
"Here's another fine to-do, Mr.Moneylaws!" said he.

"You'll know yon Abel Crone, the marine-store dealer?
Aye, well, he's been found drowned, not an hour ago, and by this and that, there's queer marks, that looks like violence, on him!".