"No doubt," said Fanks, affably, "I expect you will hear from him when he is settled in Bombay." "Certainly; Renshaw and I are great friends." "I am sure of that. You confide your secrets to one another, and work in unison." "What do you mean by working in unison, Mr. Fanks?" said Turnor, drawing himself up. "I don't think I need afford you any explanation, Dr. Turnor. You are playing a dangerous game, sir." "You insult me, sir." "Is it possible to insult you, Dr. Turnor?" sneered Fanks. "I'll make you prove your words," said Turnor, with rather a pale face. "There will not be much difficulty in doing that--at the proper time." The ferret of a man eyed Fanks nervously and savagely. "Do you think I have anything to do with the matter of Sir Gregory's death?" he burst out. "I'll tell you that when I return from Mere Hall," was Fank's reply. "Mere Hall?" repeated Turnor, betraying himself, which was the reason Fanks had mentioned the name; "what do you know of Mere Hall?" "That is just what I wish to ask you. What do _you_ know of Mere Hall, sir?" "Nothing, nothing. I merely repeated your words." "In a very singular fashion, doctor." The little man turned away with a scowl. "I shall defend myself from your insinuations," he said, in a stifled voice, "if you suspect me, say so." "Suspect you of what?" asked Fanks, innocently; "you speak in riddles." Turnor pointed to the woman lying on the bed. "Perhaps Mrs. Boazoph can solve them," he said. "Perhaps she can," retorted Fanks, with equal coolness; "and I trust it will not be to your disadvantage when the answers come." "I can look after myself, Mr. Fanks," said Turnor, and left the room without the detective making any effort to detain him. Fanks was suspicious of Turnor, from his connection with the so-called Renshaw; and this conversation went a long way towards confirming these suspicions. However, as he wished to go to Mere Hall and follow up the Binjoy clue, he had no time to attend to the Turnor matter. Nevertheless, on leaving Tooley's Alley he sought out Crate, and instructed him to look after the doctor. "Find out his financial position," said Fanks; "what kind of practice he has, how he lives, what kind of character he bears, and all about him." "Very well, Mr. Fanks," said Crate, noting the instructions down, "and what about Mrs. Boazoph?" "Keep an eye on her, and should she recover so far as to see Mr. Hersham or to journey to Taxton-on-Thames, let me know. You can write or wire me at the Pretty Maid Inn, Damington." "That's near Mere Hall, ain't it, sir?" "A quarter of a mile away. I shall stay there some time to watch Binjoy and Sir Louis Fellenger." "Do you suspect him, Mr. Fanks?" "If you remember the name I mentioned, you would not ask me that, Crate." The underling was abashed and said no more, but turned the conversation to the subject of Garth. "What am I to do about him, sir?"