"So you've peddled it all over Millbank that I was there that night, have you?" demanded the other, angrily.
Trafford looked at him with a mixture of amusement and spleen. At last he answered:
"That isn't the way I do my work. I don't need to give away what I know to find out what other folks know. There's nobody in Millbank any the wiser for the enquiries I've made."
"Well, if you know so much and are so cunning, you know that I got there at eight o'clock and left at midnight"
"Dropping off at the Bridge stop before the train crossed the river, and swinging on to the front end of the second car as the train was pulling out of the station, coming out of the shadow of Pettingill's potato warehouse to do so, so as not to be seen and recognized," Trafford continued.
The first part was a shrewd guess, but evidently it hit the mark, for the lawyer wheeled about and faced him before saying:
"The devil! To what am I indebted for such close surveillance?"
