Geralddidnotspeakforseveralmoments。Hiseyeswerestillfixeduponthebackofthedisappearingcar。ThenheturnedtowardsHamel。
“Thereisn’tmuch，“hesaidsoftly，“thatMr。Fentolindoesn’tknow。
Ifthatdetectivewasreallyonhiswayhere，therewasn’tanychanceofkeepingMr。Dunstertohimself。Yousee，thewholestoryiscommonproperty。Andyet，there’ssomethingabouttheaffairthatbothersme。“
“Andme，“Hameladmitted，watchingthecaruntilitbecameaspeckinthedistance。
“Hewasfairlywellcornered，“Geraldconcluded，astheymadetheirwaybacktothedining-room，“butitisn’tlikehimtoletgoofanythingsoeasily。“