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Meanwhile, Jimmy Marrable was pursuing a little course of his own. He had said nothing about it to Gaskell, but for some little time past he had been keeping a careful watch up on his eccentric old landlord, Wimpole. Not because he had anything more definite to go on than the discovery he had made in connection with the jade-covered pocket-book which Bascoe had missed, and which Jimmy had seen in Wimpole's apology for a safe.
When Jimmy reached his lodgings, he walked into the greenhouse at the end of the garden, where he found Wimpole in a state of suppressed excitement almost bordering on frenzy. In front of the old man was a longish green spike in a flower pot, on the top of which spike something faintly resembling a bloom had appeared.