Of course, the finding of the body was again described minutely.

The superintendent, a man of experience, one whose manner was not fox-like and irritating like his subordinate's, paid close attention to the face at the window.
"There seems to be little room for doubt that Miss Melhuish did enter your grounds about a quarter to eleven last night," he said thoughtfully.
"You recognized her at once, you say ?" "I imagined so.

Until this horrible thing became known I had persuaded myself that the vision was a piece of sheer hallucination." "Let us assume that the lady actually came here, and looked in.
Evidently, her face was sufficiently familiar that you should know instantly who this unusual visitor was.

I understand, though, that you had not the least notion she was staying in Steynholme ?" "Not the least." "How long ago is it since you last saw her ?" "Nearly three years." "You were very well acquainted with her, then, or you could not have glanced up from your table, seen someone staring at you through a window, and said to yourself, as one may express it:--'That is Adelaide Melhuish'." "We were so well acquainted that I asked the lady to be my wife." "Ah," said the superintendent.
His placid, unemotional features, however, gave no clew to his opinions.

Not so P.C.Robinson, who tried to look like a judge, whereas he really resembled a bull-terrier who has literally, not figuratively, smelt a rat.
Despite his earlier good resolutions, Grant was horribly impatient of this inquisition.