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More than a week elapsed and still things remained more or less as they were at Uppertons. There was nothing to gain, for a moment, by staying in the neighbourhood so far as Hugh Gaskell was concerned, and he, therefore, returned to his own home which was not so many miles away. If anything transpired in the meantime, Jimmy had only to call him up on the telephone, and he would be back at once.
"I think you are right," Jimmy said. "There is nothing you can do here, indeed, nothing that anybody can do until after the inquest on those unfortunate people has concluded."