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Updated: June 12, 2025
In reply to Barrant's question he informed him that the vehicle was destined for Penzance, and immediately the detective entered the dark interior he drove off with disconcerting suddenness, as though he had been waiting for him only, and was determined to make sure of him before he had time to escape. The shaggy horse lumbered forward at an unwilling trot, like an animal disillusioned with life.
Behind him stood the shadowy figure of the girl and her unexplained flight. Barrant's instinct told him that Charles was shielding her. He turned to the task of endeavouring to reach the truth. "Let's go back a bit," he said casually. "You've left one or two points in your own story unexplained. What about the key?" "The key?" Charles started slightly. You mean "
He struck another match and lit the candle in the wagonette lamp, and was revealed to Barrant's eyes as a stout and pleasant-faced man of fifty or so, with something seamanlike, or at least boatmanlike, in his appearance. He gave the detective a smile and a nod, and added, "Old Crows is fullish mean about candles."
Thalassa, retracting his previous statement that he was not out of Flint House that night, for the first time tells of some mysterious avenger who, he thinks, killed Robert Turold while he was out of the house with Miss Turold. Have I got it right?" "Yes," said Charles, "you have it right." "The story rests on Thalassa's bare statement, and Thalassa is a facile liar." Barrant's tone was scornful.
The other clerk, seen in the morning, had no difficulty in recalling the young lady of Barrant's description. She was pretty and slight and dark, with a pale clear complexion, and she carried a small handbag. She asked for a ticket to London.
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