What a pity mysteries are generally such frauds! They can't keep it up.

They let you down when you least expect it." "Well, what news ?" cried Helena, as the two men approached.

Buntingford shook his head.
"Not much to tell--very little, indeed." It appeared to Horne that both men looked puzzled and vaguely excited.
But their story was soon told.

They had seen Richard Stimson, a labourer, who reported having noticed a strange lady crossing the park in the direction of the wood, which, however, she had not entered, having finally changed her course so as to bear towards the Western Lodge and the allotments.
"That, you will observe, was about ten o'clock," interjected French, "and I saw my lady about eight." Buntingford found a chair, lit a cigarette, and resumed: "She appeared in the village some time yesterday morning and went into the church.

She told the woman who was cleaning there that she had come to look at an old window which was mentioned in her guide-book.