CHAPTER IX.
AFTERWARDS.
With amazing and sinister rapidity the news spread that a burglar had been shot dead while trying to raid The Manor.

First, the Garvington villagers learned it; then it became the common property of the neighborhood, until it finally reached the nearest county town, and thus brought the police on the scene.

Lord Garvington was not pleased when the local inspector arrived, and intimated as much in a somewhat unpleasant fashion.

He was never a man who spared those in an inferior social position.
"It is no use your coming over, Darby," he said bluntly to the red-haired police officer, who was of Irish extraction.

"I have sent to Scotland Yard." "All in good time, my lord," replied the inspector coolly.