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We want to take him unawares." "He'll have got wind of something already if he finds the pocket-book gone," said Galloway. "He may have bolted while we have been talking over things here." "I've seen to that," replied the detective. "I tied my own pocket-book to the fishing line in the pit, and left Queensmead watching the pit.
It is difficult to say exactly how it happened, sir, but when he saw he was trapped he made a kind of spring backwards, slipped on the wet clay, lost his balance, and fell back into the pit. I sprang forward and tried to save him, but it was too late. He caught at the creepers as he fell, hung for a second, then fell back with a loud cry." "Who was it, Queensmead?" "Charles, the waiter, sir."
There his keen eyes detected a dark figure standing motionless in the shadow of the wood. "Is that you, Queensmead?" he said, in a low voice. "Yes, Mr. Colwyn." The figure advanced out of the shadow. "Is everything all right?" "Quite all right, sir. I've watched from this spot from dark till dawn since you've been away, and there's not been a soul near the pit.
There were white curtains in the windows, and in the garden a few late stocks and hardy climbing roses were making a brave effort to bloom in depressing surroundings. It was Queensmead who answered the door to the detective's knock, and he led the way inside to his little office when he saw who his visitor was.
If Benson tries to escape with my pocket-book Queensmead will arrest him for robbery. I've made a complaint of the loss." "You haven't left much to chance," replied Galloway, with a grim smile. It was characteristic of Mr.
Colwyn returned to the bar parlour and, after explaining to Mr. Cromering and Galloway what had happened, went into the bar. "Men," said Colwyn, "Charles has fallen into the pit on the rise, and I need the help of some of you to get him out. Queensmead has gone for ropes. Who will come with me?" There was no response. The villagers looked at each other in silence, and moved uneasily.
Their conversation had brought them to the top of the rise. Beneath them lay the little hamlet on the edge of the marshes, wrapped in a white blanket of mist. Colwyn asked his companions to remain where they were, while he went to see if Queensmead was on the watch. He walked quickly across the hut circles until he reached the pit.
In assisting Queensmead in his search Colwyn had cherished the hope that Ronald, if captured, would declare his innocence and gladly respond to his overture of help.
Glenthorpe's body from the pit, the Heathfield doctor, who testified as to the cause of death, Superintendent Galloway, who gave the court the result of the joint investigations of the chief constable and himself at the inn, Police-Constable Queensmead, who described the arrest and Inspector Fredericks, of Norwich, who was in charge of the Norwich station when the accused was taken there from Flegne.
He appreciated the fact that the other was, to use an American colloquialism, "quick on the uptake." "Your immediate duty is clear." "You mean I should search the wood again?" said Queensmead, with the same quick comprehension as before. "Very well. Will you come with me?"
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