There had been more within his knowledge than he had let out--but what was it?
And I could not help feeling that his object in setting off in that direction, immediately after I had left him, might have been, not poaching, but somebody to whom he wished to communicate the result of his talk with me.

And, in that case, who was the somebody?
But just then I had to leave my own thoughts and speculations alone, and to attend to what was going on between my principal and Nance Maguire.
Mr.Lindsey, however, appeared to be satisfied with what he had heard.

He gave the woman some further advice about keeping her tongue still, told her what to do as regards Crone's effects, and left the cottage.

And when we were out in the main street again on our way back to the office he turned to me with a look of decision.
"I've come to a definite theory about this affair, Hugh," he said.

"And I'll lay a fiver to a farthing that it's the right one!" "Yes, Mr.Lindsey ?" said I, keenly interested at hearing that.
"Crone knew who killed Phillips," he said.