"I can think of no one; I recall no family skeleton, but there is one curious fact. This gang seemed to know exactly where to go for their spoil—jewels mostly, and there is nothing of that kind worth taking at Clarence Lodge."
"That goes to support my argument, doesn't it?"
"It does."
"That is the reason I asked particularly about your cousin."
"George Radley is like a brother," laughed Crosland, "our interests are identical."
"Oh, it was only a point that occurred to me as an outsider," Quarles returned. "We can leave him out of the argument and yet not be convinced there is no family skeleton. You might perhaps question your mother without explaining the reason, although I suppose she will have to know about this affair presently."
"I hope not."
"Acute rheumatism, isn't it? I wonder if she has ever heard of a quack who made a new man of me. What was his name now?"
"Was it Bush?" Crosland asked.
"No, but it was a commonplace name."