Excerpt: ...policeman and "take a quiet look" at some doubtful characters, but of course with no result, beyond the welcome one of an occasional free drink ordered as an excuse for waiting at bars and tavern-corners, and in time these attentions ceased, for the police were reduced to waiting for evidence to turn up, and Mr. Cripps breathed freely once more. While Dan Ogle remained undisturbed, and justice was balked for a while, for it turned out in the end that when the police suspected Dan Ogle they were right, and when they went to other conjectures they were wrong. All this was ahead of my knowledge at the moment, however, as, indeed, it is somewhat ahead of my story, and for the while I did no more than wonder to see Mr. Cripps abashed at an encouragement to earn fifty pounds, for he seemed not a penny richer than before, and still impetrated odd coppers on account of the signboard of promise. Once or twice we saw Mr. Viney, and on each occasion he borrowed money off Grandfather Nat. The police were about the house a good deal at this time, because of the murder, or I think he might have come oftener. The first time he came I heard him telling my grandfather that he had got hold of Blind George, that Blind George had told him a good deal about the missing money, and that with his help he hoped for a chance of saving some of it. He added, mysteriously, that it had been "nearer hereabouts than you might think, at one time", a piece of news that my grandfather received with a proper appearance of surprise. But was it safe to confide in Blind George? Viney swore for answer, and said that the rascal had stipulated for such a handsome share that it would pay him to play square. On the last of these visits I again overheard some scraps of their talk, and this time it was angrier. I judged that Viney wanted more money than my grandfather was disposed to give him. They were together in the back room where the boxes and bottles were-the room into which I had...