Things were looking brighter, he thought. If Lambert would only make a clean breast, something definite might be arranged.
The next day, glad of an excuse to present himself at Garston Terrace, Glynn was making his way towards one of the Metropolitan stations, when he met Deering coming to the office.
"I was going to call on you," he said.
"Sorry I cannot go back with you," returned Glynn, "but I have a special engagement. You will find Mercer, which will answer your purpose even better."
"No doubt. By the way, do you ever hear anything of the Lambert business?" looking searchingly at him.
"Never," said Glynn steadily.
"And I presume you take no further interest in it?"
"Yes, I do. I would give a good deal to get to the bottom of that affair," and Glynn returned Deering's gaze with equal keenness.
"Are you so ignorant, then?" asked Deering with a sneer. "Well, I heard this morning from a man I have employed (for I confess I am determined to track that scoundrel Lambert), that those stupid Yankee detectives have been on a false scent altogether. The man they have been following proves not to be Lambert, and they now suspect that while they have been dodging his double at St. Louis and other places, the real man has escaped to Canada. But he is certain to be found."
"I suppose so," said Glynn, with such equanimity that Deering's brows contracted, and he nodded a hasty adieu.