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Colwyn nodded, and Queensmead, without more ado, took a revolver and a pair of handcuffs from a cupboard, slipped them into his pockets, and announced that he was ready. He opened the door for his visitor to precede him, and they set forth. The hut circles on the rise looked more desolate than ever in the waning afternoon light. The excavations commenced by Mr.
"Very good, sir, you can depend on me," said Queensmead quietly, as he returned to his post. Colwyn rejoined his companions, and told them what had passed. "I want to be on the safe side in case Benson tries to bolt when he sees us," he explained. "He's hardly likely to go without making an effort to get the money. Now, let us go to the inn." "One moment," said the chief constable.
"I would draw your attention, sir, to the fact that this Treasury note is one of the first issue printed in black on white paper," remarked Superintendent Galloway to his superior officer. "Constable Queensmead has ascertained that the £300 which Mr. Glenthorpe drew out of the bank yesterday was all in £1 notes of the first issue. That money is missing from the dead man's effects."
Police Constable Queensmead eyed his captive with the critical eye of an officer of justice upon whom devolved the responsibility of bringing his man fit and well to trial. Ronald's face had gone haggard and white, and he lurched a little in his walk. Then he stood still, and regarded the two men weakly. "I'm about done up," he admitted.
The result of his meditations was that he presently went forth in search of Police Constable Queensmead. The constable lived in the village street in a beach-stone cottage which was in slightly better repair than its neighbours, and much better kept.
Colwyn, you had better hear the report of Police Constable Queensmead." The chief constable touched a bell, and directed the policeman who answered it to bring in Constable Queensmead. The policeman who appeared in answer to this summons was a thickset sturdy Norfolk man, with an intelligent face and shrewd dark eyes.
"Do Benson and Charles both believe in the ghost?" "It seems as if they do." The constable's voice was noncommittal. As Colwyn rose to go, Queensmead looked at him with a trace of hesitation in his manner. "Perhaps you'd answer me a question, sir," he said in a low tone, as though afraid of being overheard.
Constable Queensmead stepped out of the mist into the passage, looking white and shaken. "Something's happened up at the pit. While I was watching from the corner of the wood I saw somebody appear out of the mist and come creeping up the rise towards the pit. I waited till he got to the brink, and when he made to climb down, I knew he was the man you were after, so I went over to the pit.
But if he should, by any chance, go down to the pit for his money, and find it gone, he would know he had been discovered, and instantly seek safety in flight. That must be prevented." "How?" "You must arrest him." "I do not see how that can be done," replied Queensmead. "I cannot take upon myself to arrest a man simply for descending the pit. It's not against the law."
"I got up, and went into grandmother's room. A little while afterwards Ann came up with some tea, and she told me that Mr. Penreath had gone away early, without having any breakfast. She told me that she had found Mr. Glenthorpe's room empty, with the key in the outside of the door. She was afraid something had happened to him, so she had sent for Constable Queensmead.
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