Unhappily, the path up the cliff was visible throughout from Grant's rock, so, on reaching the summit, Robinson was a-boil in more ways than one.
Moreover, peeping through the first screen of trees that offered, he had the mortification of seeing the man who had befooled him go back the way he came.
Purple-faced with heat and anger, the policeman forgot his surroundings, and glowered at Grant with real fury.

So he heard no one approaching along the main road until he was hailed a second time with, "Hello, Robinson!" He turned sharply.

This was Mr.Elkin.
"Good morning!" he said.

"Have you seen the superintendent ?" "What?
Mr.Fowler?
No.

Is _he_ here so early ?" "I must have missed him." "Well, you'll hardly find him on Bush Walk," which was the name of the path.
"You never can tell," came the dark answer.
At any rate, the policeman elected to abandon his self-imposed vigil, and the two walked together into the village.
"My! You look as though you'd run a mile," commented Elkin.
"This murder has kept me busy," growled the other, frankly mopping his forehead.
"Ay, that's so.