There is another path which turns out of the woods and follows the cliffs towards Lenwick, a village along the coast, a mile away.

But--at that time, on a Sunday afternoon, both paths would be frequented.

Speaking from knowledge, I should say that Mr.
Oliver cannot have left the woods--he must have been seen had he done so.
It's impossible that he could have gone down to the shore or along the cliffs without being seen, too--impossible!" There was a certain amount of insistence in the last few words which puzzled Copplestone--also they conveyed to him a queer suggestion which repulsed him; it was almost as if the speaker was appealing to him to use his own common-sense about a difficult question.

And before he could make any reply Mrs.Greyle put a direct inquiry to him.
"What is going to be done ?" "I don't know, exactly," answered Copplestone.

"I'm going to stay here for the night, anyway, on the chance of hearing something.