He could find no answer to the enigma.
That he himself should march up to the Hall and restore the box to Heyton, was impossible.

After all, the affair was none of his, and, perhaps, the best thing he could do would be to put the box back in its hiding-place and leave things to work themselves out.

He wanted to have nothing more to do with Heyton, or any business of his.

Yes; the easiest and the safest plan would be to leave the box where he had found it and have nothing more to do with it.

With this more or less wise resolution, he rose and had taken a step forward, when he heard a sound behind him, felt a hand fall heavily on his shoulder, and, turning, met the stern and agitated gaze of Inspector Brown.
"I arrest you for robbery and attempted murder!" said the Inspector.
His voice, for all its sternness, shook and his face was red and working; for this was the most important moment of Inspector Brown's life, and it was little wonder that he was agitated and strung up.