He and Garthwaite went off in one direction; the others, led by the observant policeman who had found the empty pocket-book and recognized the peculiar properties of the cord, turned away in another.
"Where's this we're going now ?" asked Brereton as he and Bent followed their leaders through the trees and down the slopes of the Shawl.
"To John Harborough's cottage--at the other end of the hill," answered Bent.

"He's the man they spoke of in there.

He's a queer character--a professional pig-killer, who has other trades as well.

He does a bit of rat-catching, and a bit of mole-catching--and a good deal of poaching.
In fact, he's an odd person altogether, not only in character but in appearance.

And the curious thing is that he's got an exceedingly good-looking and accomplished daughter, a really superior girl who's been well educated and earns her living as a governess in the town.
Queer pair they make if you ever see them together!" "Does she live with him ?" asked Brereton.
"Oh yes, she lives with him!" replied Bent.