“You will find nothing wrong about John Elkton,” said Mr. Leonard, decisively. “You may imagine that I knew him well before consenting to this engagement. Had I thought that the silk came from him I would not have spoken of it.”
“You are sure it was your silk?”
“Positively sure.”
“Then you would have acted very foolishly. Little headway we would make if we were so tender of people as that. Here is a positive clew, and you would throw it away because you know the man it points to. We want to see it pointing somewhere. If he can put us on another track well and good. If he cannot, the worse for him.”
Mr. Leonard looked as if something had left a bad taste in his mouth.
“That is all we can do just now,” said the officer. “I would like to take a turn in your cellar. That cloth robbery is the strangest part of the whole business.”
CHAPTER XI.
IN THE CELLAR.
Mr. Leonard and his visitor proceeded together to the basement of the establishment. They were followed by Mr. Wilson.
The officer paused on reaching the foot of the stairs, and took a general view of the long room.