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And at the end of this mark there were plain traces of a struggle the soft, easily yielding stuff was disturbed, kicked about, upheaved, but as Brereton at once recognized, it was impossible to trace footprints in it. "That's where it must have been," said Garthwaite. "You see there's a bit of a path there.
A loud ringing of the bell prefaced the entrance of some visitor, whose voice was heard in eager conversation with a parlourmaid in the hall. "That's your neighbour Mr. Garthwaite," said Bent. Cotherstone set down the cigars and opened the dining-room door. A youngish, fresh-coloured man, who looked upset and startled, came out of the hall, glancing round him inquiringly. "Sorry to intrude, Mr.
As soon as we had taken leave of Miss Welwyn, and were on our way to the stream in her grounds, I more than satisfied Mr. Garthwaite that the impression the lady had produced on me was of no transitory kind, by overwhelming him with questions about her not omitting one or two incidental inquiries on the subject of the little girl whom I had seen at the back window.
Garthwaite, who had been walking along thoughtfully, with his eyes on the ground, turned back when he found me lingering behind him; looked up where I was looking; started a little, I thought; then took my arm, whispered rather impatiently, "Don't say anything about having seen that poor child when you are introduced to Miss Welwyn; I'll tell you why afterward," and led me round hastily to the front of the building.
The next piece of work which occupied my attention after taking leave of Mr. Garthwaite, offered the strongest possible contrast to the task which had last engaged me. Fresh from painting a bull at a farmhouse, I set forth to copy a Holy Family, by Correggio, at a convent of nuns.
Then followed a murmur of voices, and three or four men came into view policemen, carrying their lamps, the man whom Garthwaite had sent into the town, and a medical man who acted as police surgeon. "Here!" said Bent, as the newcomers advanced and halted irresolutely. "This way, doctor there's work for you here of a sort, anyway. Of course, he's dead?"
The low wall of the churchyard was bounded on one side by a plantation, and was joined by a park paling, in which I noticed a small wicket-gate. Mr. Garthwaite opened it, and led me along a shrubbery path, which conducted us circuitously to the dwelling-house. We had evidently entered by a private way, for we approached the building by the back.
He had led them out of his grounds by a side-gate, and they were now in the thick of the firs and pines which grew along the steep, somewhat rugged slope of the Shawl. He put the lantern into Garthwaite's hand. "Here you show the way," he said. "I don't know where it is, of course." "You were going straight to it," remarked Garthwaite. He turned to Brereton, who was walking at his side.
It was the groom who entered the room. "Garthwaite can't come down to you, sir," said the man. "He asks, if you will please go up to the master on the Belvidere." The house extending round three sides of a square was only two stories high.
"Strangled!" exclaimed Bent. "Aye, without doubt," replied Garthwaite. "There's a bit of rope round his neck that tight that I couldn't put my little finger between it and him! But you'll see for yourselves it's not far up the Shawl. You never heard anything, Mr. Cotherstone?" "No, we heard naught," answered Cotherstone. "If it's as you say, there'd be naught to hear."
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