And if it was picked up in that wood, what then?
I passed through there last night on my way to--where I was going.

God--you don't mean to say you'd set a man's life on bits o'things like that!" Mallalieu beckoned the superintendent aside and talked with him.

Almost at once he himself turned away and left the room, and the superintendent came back to the group by the fireplace.
"Well, there's no help for it, Harborough," he said.

"We shall have to detain you--and I shall have to charge you, presently.

It can't be helped--and I hope you'll be able to clear yourself." "I expected nothing else," replied Harborough.