"You'll find no prints on all this pine-needle stuff--naught to go by, anyway--it's too thick and soft.

But he must have come along that path, one way or another--I've met him walking in here of an evening, more than once." The doctor, who had exchanged a word or two with the sergeant, turned to Cotherstone.
"Wasn't he a tenant of yours ?" he asked.

"Had the cottage at the top of the Shawl here.

Well, we'd better have the body removed there, and some one should go up and warn his family." "There's no family," answered Cotherstone.

"He'd naught but a housekeeper--Miss Pett.