"Not enough to gain you two thousand pounds?"
"No." Blair's face fell. "But I intend to get that also. However, I have learned all about the theft of Mr. Marlow's body--how it was removed, and why it was removed."
"By Jove! How did you find out?"
"Through Joe Brill. Somehow I suspected Joe from the first. That sovereign he gave Cicero Gramp, you know--I always fancied there was something behind his anxiety to get that man away. So I had him watched, and applied for leave of absence. When he left Heathton I followed as a tourist," chuckled Blair. "Oh, I assure you, Mr. Thorold, I make a very good tourist."
"And he went to Brighton?"
"Yes, direct to Brighton. I went there and found out all about it."
"You don't mean to say that he stole the body!"
"Ay, but I do and with the best intentions, too."
"Was he the short man Cicero Gramp saw with Warrender?"
"He was the short man," replied Blair, finishing his coffee.