Kent's work on the _Planet_ consisted now almost exclusively of unravelling and unearthing, and it was natural that the manager should turn to him.
The mansion was a handsome sandstone residence, standing in its own grounds.

On Kent's arrival he found that the police had already drawn a cordon around it with cords.

Groups of morbid curiosity-seekers hung about it in twos and threes, some of them in fours and fives.

Policemen were leaning against the fence in all directions.

They wore that baffled look so common to the detective force of the metropolis.