"_Merriton Towers_!" he ejaculated finally. "Merriton Towers! Now, if
young Merriton really _is_ a party to this thing that is going on down
here in the bowels of the earth, why--Dash it, it's going to prove an
even worse case against him than we knew! A chap who plays an underhanded
game like this doesn't mind what he walks over to attain his ends.
But ... Merriton Towers...!"
He stopped speaking suddenly, sucked in his breath, his face turned very
grim. Dollops broke the silence that fell, a tremour of excitement in his
low-pitched voice.
"Yus--but it's the _back-kitchen_, sir," he threw out eagerly, like all
the rest of them anxious if possible to shield the man who seemed to have
won so many hearts. "And the back-kitchen don't spell Sir Nigel, sir.
It's Borkins wot's at the bottom of _that_, and--"
"Maybe, maybe," interposed Cleek, a trifle hastily, but the grim look
did not leave his face. "But if anything as curious as all this affair
turns up in the evidence it won't help the boy any, that is a
certainty.
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