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They were now beginning to feel that they were really on the verge of something like a solution of the tragedy. Neither of the two men standing in the black shadow and looking into that disc of brilliant light doubted for a moment but what they were within a few feet of all that remained of the great American millionaire, Silas Oakes. But then this knowledge was by no means sufficient, they had to go far further than that before the tangled web would be unravelled. They stood there watching whilst Hawthorne talked to the dark man rapidly on the tips of his fingers, but what he was saying was unfortunately hidden from the lookers-on, who did not happen to know anything of the language of signs. But obviously, there was some uncertainty as to what the conspirators were going to do next until finally they bent down, and taking the big case up between them, moved across the hall through a pair of swinging baize-doors down a long passage.
"Where are they going?" Stagg whispered. "As you know the house so well, you ought to be able to tell me."