"Talking in their usual corner."
"And you say you don't know who this man is?"
"I don't! I know him by sight--but he's a comparatively recent comer to
the Grey Mare. I've noticed him for a year or so--not longer."
Viner glanced at the two ladies.
"I suppose you never heard Mr. Ashton mention the Grey Mare?" he asked.
"We never heard Mr. Ashton say anything about his movements," answered
Miss Wickham. "We used to wonder, sometimes, if he'd joined a club or if
he had friends that we knew nothing about."
"Well," said Viner, turning to the florist, "do you think you could take
me to the Grey Mare, Mr. Barleyfield?"
"Nothing easier, sir--open to one and all!"
"Then, if you've the time to spare, we'll go now," said Viner. He lingered
behind a moment to tell Miss Wickham of Mr. Pawle's appointment for the
morning, and then went away with Barleyfield in the Notting Hill
direction. "I suppose you've been at the Grey Mare since Mr. Ashton's
death?" he asked as they walked along.
"Once or twice, sir," replied Barleyfield.
"And you've no doubt heard the murder discussed?" suggested Viner.
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