"What do you purpose doing next?" asked Conroy.
"Well, sir, my next move--though I don't say when it will take place, either this day or that day--will be to apply for a search-warrant, and go quietly over The Lilacs--into every nook and corner of it."
"With any particular object in view?"
"Yes, sir, a very particular one. I hope to find there a malachite and gold sleeve-link, to match the one that was found upon the gravel at Heron Dyke."
Conroy almost smiled: this appeared to him to be so improbable a hope.
"You cannot expect to find it. Knowing, as he must have known, that he had lost the one sleeve-link in the struggle with Hubert Stone, Lennox's first care would be to effectually hide its fellow."
"Let me tell you, Mr. Conroy, that the chances are he didn't. These criminals are always making some fatal mistake; and that's a very common one--the not doing away effectually, as you are pleased to term it, sir, and it's an apt word, with the proofs that might destroy them."
[CHAPTER VIII.]
TOGETHER AT LAST
Sundry matters had been taking place concerning Philip Cleeve which might well have been told previously.