Blake," observed Mr. Gryce, and I declare I was proud of my
superior at that moment, "no man who is a true citizen and a
Christian should object to have his steps followed, when by his own
thoughtlessness, perhaps, he has incurred a suspicion which demands
it."
"And do you mean to say that I have been followed," inquired he,
clenching his hand and looking steadily, but with a blanching cheek,
first at Mr. Gryce then at me.
"It was indispensable," quoth that functionary gently.
The outraged gentleman riveted his gaze upon me. "In town and out of
town?" demanded he.
I let Mr. Gryce reply. "It is known that you have lately sought to
visit the Schoenmakers," said he.
Mr. Blake drew a deep breath, cast his eyes about the handsome
apartment in which we were, let them rest for a moment upon a
portrait that graced one side of the wall, and which was I have since
learned a picture of his father, and slowly drew forward a chair.
"Let me hear what your suspicions are," said he.
I noticed Mr. Gryce colored at this; he had evidently been met in a
different way from what he expected. "Excuse me," said he, "I do not
say I have any suspicions; my errand is simply to notify you of the
death of the girl you were seen to speak with, and to ask whether or
not you can give us any information that can aid us in the matter
before the coroner.
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