"What ways, now?" asked Polke. "We can't make 'em tell us their private affairs. Supposing Horbury has robbed them, they aren't forced to tell us how much or how little he's robbed 'em of!"
"All in good time," remarked the detective. "We're only beginning. Let's go and talk to this Miss Fosdyke a bit. She doesn't mind what money she spends on this business, you say?"
"Not if it costs her her last penny!" answered Polke.
"All right," said Starmidge. "Fosdyke's Entire represents a lot of pennies. We'll just have a word or two with her."
Betty, looking out of her window on the Market-Place, had seen the two men leave Chestermarke's Bank, and was waiting eagerly for their coming. She listened intently to Polke's account of the interview with the partners, and her cheeks glowed indignantly as he brought it to an end.
"Shameful!" she exclaimed. "To make accusations against my uncle, and then to refuse to say what they are! But—can't you make them say?"
"We'll try, in good time," answered Starmidge. "Slow and steady's the game here. For, whatever it is, it's a deep game."
"Nothing has been heard since I saw you last night?" asked Betty anxiously. "No one has brought you any news?"
"No news of any sort, miss," replied Polke.
"What's to be done, then, next?" she inquired, looking from one to the other. "Do let us do something!"