Doctor Heath and the detective went in silence down the wide shrub-bordered walk, to the spot where the doctor’s horse awaited him. Here the detective paused suddenly and listened a moment.
“We should not be seen together,” he said in a low tone. “Do you mount your horse and ride on slowly, I will follow.”
“But——”
“No buts; I can follow you, never fear; that’s my business; do you go straight home and prepare to admit me on the quiet. Stay—have you any gelatine?”
“No.”
“Any plaster of Paris?”
“No.”
“Any wax?”
“Only a small quantity.”
“Too bad; I must have some. There will be a d**g store open?”
“At this hour? oh, yes.”
“Then get me some, half a pound at least. Now move on, I hear a horse coming down the road.”
“Some farmer going home. Well, I’m off, then.”
“And so am I.”
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