Cleek understood the ground upon which he stood with regard to his
friendship with Dacre Wynne. He had, with a wonderful intuition, sensed
the peculiar influence of the man upon Nigel--this by look and gesture
rather than by use of tongue and speech. And Cleek had already drawn his
own conclusions. He heard of Nigel's engagement to Antoinette Brellier,
and of how Dacre Wynne had taken it, heard indeed all the little personal
things which Merriton had never told to any man, and certainly hadn't
intended telling to this one.
But that was Cleek's way. He secured a man's confidence and by that
method got at the truth. A bond of friendship had sprung up between them,
and Cleek and Mr. Narkom had promised that before a couple of days were
over, they would put in an appearance at Fetchworth, and look into things
more closely. It was agreed that they were to pose as friends of Sir
Nigel, since Cleek felt that in that way he could pursue his
investigations unsuspected, and make more headway in the case.
But there was but one thing Nigel hadn't spoken of, and that was the very
foolish and ridiculous action of his upon that fateful evening of the
dinner party.
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