"Dr. Renshaw told me nothing, because he knew nothing."
"I have my own opinion about that, Dr. Turnor."
"Really; I thought you were satisfied that my friend had nothing to do with the matter. He went to India, you know."
"Are you sure he went to India, Dr. Turnor?"
"Oh, yes; he will be soon be at Bombay. I got a letter from him at Aden, where he changed into the 'Clyde.'"
"No doubt," said Fanks, affably, "I expect you will hear from him when he is settled in Bombay."
"Certainly; Renshaw and I are great friends."
"I am sure of that. You confide your secrets to one another, and work in unison."
"What do you mean by working in unison, Mr. Fanks?" said Turnor, drawing himself up.
"I don't think I need afford you any explanation, Dr. Turnor. You are playing a dangerous game, sir."