He shook hands with us and we walked out with him to the landing and stood watching him as he ran down the stairs. Glancing at Thorndyke by the light of the gas lamp on the landing, I thought I detected in his impassive face that almost imperceptible change of expression to which I have already alluded as indicating pleasure or satisfaction.

“You are looking quite pleased with yourself,” I remarked.

“I am not displeased,” he replied calmly. “Autolycus has picked up a few crumbs; very small ones, but still crumbs. No doubt his learned junior has picked up a few likewise?”

I shook my head⁠—and inwardly suspected it of being rather a thick head.

“I did not perceive anything in the least degree significant in what Stephen was telling you,” said I. “It was all very interesting, but it did not seem to have any bearing on his uncle’s will.”