"No quibbles, now!--you'll have had plenty of information." "They're acting on yours," I retorted.

"Searching about Glasgow for Sir Gilbert and Lady Carstairs--you put us on to that, Mr.Hollins." "I had to," he answered.

"Aye, I put Lindsey on to it, to be sure--and he took it all in like it was gospel, and so did all of you! It gained time, do you see, Moneylaws--it had to be done." "Then--they aren't in Glasgow ?" I asked.
He shook his big head solemnly at that, and something like a smile came about the corners of his lips.
"They're not in Glasgow, nor near it," he answered readily, "but where all the police in England--and in Scotland, too, for that matter--'ll find it hard to get speech with them.

Out of hand, Moneylaws!--out of hand, d'ye see--for the police!" He gave a sort of chuckle when he said this, and it emboldened me to come to grips with him--as far as words went.
"Then what harm can I do you, Mr.Hollins ?" I asked.

"You're not in any danger that I know of." He looked at me as if wondering whether I wasn't trying a joke on him, and after staring a while he shook his head.
"I'm leaving this part--finally," he answered.