"A quarter of a mile away. I shall stay there some time to watch Binjoy and Sir Louis Fellenger."
"Do you suspect him, Mr. Fanks?"
"If you remember the name I mentioned, you would not ask me that, Crate."
The underling was abashed and said no more, but turned the conversation to the subject of Garth. "What am I to do about him, sir?"
"Oh," said Fanks, dryly, "you think he is guilty, so I will leave him to you. But do not neglect my interests to look after that business. I tell you, Crate, the man is innocent."
"I have my own opinion about that."
"Then keep to your opinion, but mind my instructions."
"Well, I will tell you one thing, sir," said Crate. "Mr. Garth has left town."
"You don't say so," said Fanks, frowning, "he did not say that he was going away. Where has he gone to?"
"I can't tell you that, sir, I lost him. But I'll tell you where he hasn't gone--and that is to Taxton-on-Thames."