Perhaps our clever friend ingleborough can tell you where to look.
ingleborough turned upon him sharply, and looked him through and through.
Even so it is with these wayward streams that course down the sides of ingleborough.
“ingleborough says it is,” replied the young man addressed, shortly.
“Looking as innocent as old Anson, only not so white,” whispered ingleborough.
“There is no room for buts, my lad,” said ingleborough harshly.
“Ah, I thought so,” said ingleborough quietly, sniffing and blowing on the musty trash.
“Norton is outside with a couple of the police,” ingleborough replied.
Yes,” sighed ingleborough again; “but someone said—hang me if I know who!
“And I as a smooth hypocrite whom one ought not to trust,” said ingleborough.