The flighty chestnut he was riding thought of shying at a man walking a wolfhound. The slightest pressure of Amos’s leg decided him against it. It was the morning after Mr Griffiths’s funeral and we were discussing the Indian gentleman. ‘Did Tom say anything to you about him after you left me?’ ‘Not a word. But he was puzzled, I know that.’ As well he might be. If the man had been one of Mr Griffiths’s friends in London, surely he’d have mentioned him to Tom. Then there was the question of how he’d known about the ceremony. ‘Nearly left it too late, though,’ Amos said. ‘Yes. As if he hadn’t known until the last minute.’ ‘Or followed us.’ ‘How would he have known to follow you?’ ‘We tried not to attract notice when we put the old gentleman’s body in the carriage, but anybody watching his lodgings might have seen.’ ‘But why would he be watching Mr Griffiths’s lodgings unless he knew something like that was going on anyway?’ I said. ‘And you’d have noticed somebody following, wouldn’t you?’ ‘Not necessarily with the traffic like it is.
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