The great detective smiled genially. “It means, my dear Varney, that we are nearing the end of the Monkton mystery which has baffled us so long.”
“And the solution?” queried the other eagerly.
“That I cannot tell you yet. But when it does come, I am afraid neither you nor I will reap much glory out of it.”
And Varney could get nothing out of him except those few cryptic words.
“Something has happened quite recently?” he hazarded.
The detective answered with that same slow, wise smile of his. “Perhaps. I can tell you nothing more now. Wait a moment, till I answer that telephone.”
A few words passed, and then he turned to Varney. “My men report they have laid Stent and Bolinski by the heels on the charge of fraud.”