"I agree with you.

Always remember that, Mansus.

That there was one occasion in your life when T.X.Meredith and you thought alike." Mansus smiled a little feebly.
"Of course from the point of view of the observer this was the worst place possible, so whoever came here, if they did come here, dropping revolver bullets about, must have chosen the spot because it was get-at-able from another direction.

Obviously he couldn't come down the road and climb in without attracting the attention of the Greek who was waiting for Mr.Lexman.We may suppose there is a gate farther along the road, we may suppose that he entered that gate, came along the field by the side of the hedge and that somewhere between here and the gate, he threw away his cigar." "His cigar!" said Mansus in surprise.
"His cigar," repeated T.X., "if he was alone, he would keep his cigar alight until the very last moment." "He might have thrown it into the road," said Mansus.
"Don't jibber," said T.X., and led the way along the hedge.

From where they stood they could see the gate which led on to the road about a hundred yards further on.