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"Well," Hargest said, when the three friends had talked over the matter at length. "I don't see how you can get any further for the moment. There is one little matter, however, that rather intrigues me that is the question of the jade-covered pocket-book found by our friend, Jimmy, in his landlords safe, which article obviously was at one time the property, or at any rate, in the possession of the scoundrel we are going to unmask."
"I don't doubt it for a moment," Jimmy said. "But for the life of me I can't see any connexion between my eccentric host and Bascoe. Those two men must have met during the eighteen months or so that Wimpole has been in the neighbourhood, and, if there is anything between them, I was bound to find it out. I have never heard Bascoe allude once to the eminent horticulturalist, and, certainly, I have never heard the old gentleman mention Bascoe by name, though I have probably alluded to him more than once in conversation with my landlord."