But we'll just peep into this shed, so as to make his daughter believe that was what we wanted: I don't want to frighten her more than we have done.

Naught there, you see," he went on, opening the shed door and revealing a whitewashed interior furnished with fittings and articles of its owner's trade.

"Well, we'll away--with what we've got." He went back to the door of the cottage and putting his head inside called gently to its occupant.
"Well ?" demanded Avice.
"All right, miss--we're going," said the sergeant.

"But if your father comes in, just ask him to step down to the police-station, d'you see ?--I should like to have a word or two with him." The girl made no answer to this gentle request, and when the sergeant had joined the others, she shut the door of the cottage, and Brereton heard it locked and bolted.
"That's about the strangest thing of all!" he said as he and Bent left the policemen and turned down a by-lane which led towards the town.

"I haven't a doubt that the piece of cord with which Kitely was strangled was cut off that coil! Now what does it mean?
Of course, to me it's the very surest proof that this man Harborough had nothing to do with the murder." "Why ?" asked Bent.
"Why?
My dear fellow!" exclaimed Brereton.