Was this--was Crone's death, murder, whatever it was--at all connected with the previous affair of Phillips?
Had Crone told me the truth that night I went to buy the stuff for Tom Dunlop's rabbit-hutches?
or had he kept something back?
And while I was reflecting on these points, Mr.Lindsey began talking again.
"I watched that man closely when he was giving me his account of what happened," he said, "and, as I said just now, I believe he told us the truth.

Whoever it was that did Crone to death, he's not in that cell, Hugh, my lad; and, unless I'm much mistaken, all this is of a piece with Phillips's murder.

But let's hear what this Irishwoman has to say." Crone's cottage was a mean, miserable shanty sort of place down a narrow alley in a poor part of the town.

When we reached its door there was a group of women and children round it, all agog with excitement.

But the door itself was closed, and it was not opened to us until Nance Maguire's face had appeared at the bit of a window, and Nance had assured herself of the identity of her visitors.