He appeared to be the sort of man who is inclined to accept anything put before him rather than have a lot of talk about it.

And presently, remarking that that was all right, and he'd leave Mr.Lindsey to see to it, he rose to go, but at the door paused and came back.
"I'm thinking of dropping in at the police-station and telling Murray my ideas about that Crone affair," he remarked.

"It's my opinion, Mr.
Lindsey, that there's salmon-poaching going on hereabouts, and if my land adjoined either Tweed or Till I'd have spoken about it before.

There are queer characters about along both rivers at nights--I know, because I go out a good deal, very late, walking, to try and cure myself of insomnia; and I know what I've seen.

It's my impression that Crone was probably mixed up with some gang, and that his death arose out of an affray between them." "That's probable," answered Mr.Lindsey.