That night, Inspector Brown confided his disappointment in the ways of Scotland Yard to the wife of his bosom.

He was a conscientious man; and it seemed to him that, in the face of Mr.Jacobs' obvious incapacity, it behoved him, Mr.Brown, to follow the case with renewed energy.

So far as the worthy Inspector could see, Mr.Jacobs was doing absolutely nothing, save eat his meals, smoke his cigar, and stroll about the grounds and admire the scenery.

Therefore, the Inspector enjoined his men to keep a careful watch; and he himself, when not in Mr.Jacobs' company, patrolled the woods and, following the clue Lord Heyton had offered him, had visited the gipsy encampment and examined the members of the tribe.

He came upon nothing to rouse his suspicions of them; indeed, he hit upon no clue whatever; but he still kept up a kind of patrol and scrutinised every person who approached the Hall.
If Mr.Jacobs was aware of the Inspector's renewed vigilance, he made no remark; and whenever they were together, and the Inspector wanted to talk of the case, Mr.Jacobs politely and quite inoffensively--in fact, he always listened most respectfully--led the conversation away from the subject.