Mr.Taynton, in fact, still unsuspicious of anything being wrong had walked over the Downs that afternoon from Brighton to Falmer, and had sat down in view of the station where he proposed to catch a train back to Brighton, and had seen the prisoner stop his motor-car close to the corner where the body had been found, and behave in a manner inexplicable except on the theory that he knew where the body lay.

Subsequently to the finding of the body, which had occurred on Saturday evening, there had been discovered in a coppice adjoining a heavy bludgeon-like stick broken in two.

The top of it, which would be produced, bore the inscription M.ASSHE...
Mr.Taynton was present in court, and was sitting on the bench to the right of the judge who had long been a personal friend of his.

Hitherto his face had been hidden in his hands, as this terribly logical tale went on.

But here he raised it, and smiled, a wan smile enough, at Morris.