That the papers breathed no suspicion of foul play was neither here nor there.

Scotland Yard might have seen to that.

Then we read of the morbid reserve which was said to characterize all your utterances concerning the Lady Jermyn.

What were we to do?
What we no longer dared to do was to take our gold-dust straight to the Bank.

What we did, you know.
"We ran round to Morecambe Bay, and landed the gold as we Rattrays had landed lace and brandy from time immemorial.