At that hour Mr. Crewe was ushered into that little room in which Mr. Flint worked when at Fairview.
Mr. Crewe, with a wave of his hand, signified his pleasure that they should sit, and cleared his throat.
"It's possible, but it's not a very convincing clue by itself," returned Crewe.
"You have probably made a note of my requests," Mr. Crewe continued.
And you ought to know better than to despise anonymous information, Mr. Crewe.