That morning at breakfast Bent, looking lusty and strong, and with all his fears of the night passed away, suggested an alteration in the day's programme. He wanted Larose to drive him into Newmarket in his, Larose's, car, to get some more whisky and also a few things in the provision line. Then, they would have good sport with the eels in the afternoon.
Larose at once expressed himself as quite agreeable; indeed he was pleased with the suggestion that he should drive him into Newmarket, hoping that at some of the shops they might visit there he would, later on, be able to find out something about Mary Trescowthick. He thought it was quite probable that some of the tradespeople with whom the real Professor was in the habit of dealing might have some idea where her people lived. He would t
