"I thought you did not fear them?" was the reply.
"I don't, for I have done nothing to put myself in the power of the law. But I am afraid, as this body has been found, that you will have me arrested, and so I shall lose the money."
"If you are innocent of the murder and the sacrilege, you won't be arrested, Gramp. And the money I will give you after we have seen Mrs. Warrender."
"On your word of honor as a gentleman?"
"Yes, on my word of honor. If you can throw light on this mystery, and bring home these crimes to the person who has committed them, I am quite willing to pay you."
"I don't know about bringing home the crimes, Mr. Thorold," said Cicero, rising, "but I will tell you all I know in the presence of Mrs. Warrender. Permit me to assume my visiting garb. Where is the lady?"
"At the Norfolk Hotel."
"I know it. Many a glass which cheers have I drained there. Dulce desipere in loco. You don't know Horace, perhaps?"
"I suspect you don't," said Alan, annoyed by this hedge-Latin. "Hurry up!"
"Fifty pounds, Mr. Thorold."