On his right lay the hollow where he had thrown the useless halves of his stick, on his left was the corner of the Falmer Park railings.

He had recognised the driver of the car, who was alone.
Morris got out when he had stopped the car, and then spoke aloud, though to himself.
"Yes, there's the corner," he said, "there's the path over the downs.

There--" Mr.Taynton got up and came toward him.
"My dear fellow," he said, "I have walked out from Brighton on this divine afternoon, and was going to take the train back.

But will you give me the pleasure of driving back with you instead ?" Morris looked at him a moment as if he hardly thought he was real.
"Why, of course," he said.
Mr.Taynton was all beams and smiles.
"And you have seen Mills ?" he asked.

"You have been convinced that he was innocent of the terrible suspicion?
Morris, my dear boy, what is the matter ?" Morris had looked at him for a moment with incredulous eyes.