“But—but what has that to do with your theory of the man’s disappearance?”
“Mr Hampton, I am not going to place it before you in words. My suspicion is that there has been foul play, and unless I am wrong, that man lies murdered behind yonder wall.”
The old lawyer caught him by the arm, and looked in his face with his own turning quite white.
“You horrify me,” he whispered in awe-stricken tones. “Surely it is impossible. Then you think that Mr Saul—”
“Never mind what I think,” cried George Harrington sharply. “I only say that I have a horrible suspicion that there has been foul play.”
“Then—then,” cried the lawyer with trembling voice, “you—Oh, it is impossible!”
“No, sir; we have heard of such things before.”
“Yes. Then, of course, we must have a search—the police.”
“No, sir; we may be wrong.”
“Yes, yes—of course,” cried the old man eagerly—“Yes; you must be wrong.”