"No," said Fanks, dryly. "I have no doubt he would do his best to injure you."
"Fanks, do you think he designedly induced me to act as a duplicate of Caesar?"
"That I can't say. It looks suspicious. His being at the Red Star on the night of the murder under an assumed name is still more suspicious. All the same he has managed the business so cleverly that I can bring nothing home to him."
"Do you think that he designed the murder of Fellenger so as to get the estates for Sir Louis?"
"His actions bear that interpretation," said Fanks, scratching his chin; "but I have no proof as yet. I may find out at Mere Hall."
"Are you going there?"
"Next week. I wish to see my employer, Sir Louis, and tell him what I have done; at the same time I intend to observe Binjoy. By the way," added the detective, "did you like Sir Louis?"
Hersham shrugged his shoulders. "So, so," he replied. "He is a dry stick, wrapped up in his scientific studies. He passes most of his days with Binjoy in the laboratory making experiments. A tall, stout fellow, he is, not at all like a dry-as-dust savant."
"Humph!" said Fanks, twisting his ring; "a tall stout creature. Dr. Binjoy is also tall and stout?"
"Yes! and so is the negro, Caesar. The trio are all fat and healthy."