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I
manufactured
it
rather
neatly
,
so
that
it
looked
like
a
loose
page
of
a
private
letter
.
"
Take
this
down
and
say
it
was
found
in
my
bedroom
,
and
ask
them
to
return
it
to
me
if
they
overtake
me
.
"
Three
minutes
later
I
heard
the
car
begin
to
move
,
and
peeping
from
behind
the
curtain
caught
sight
of
the
two
figures
.
One
was
slim
,
the
other
was
sleek
;
that
was
the
most
I
could
make
of
my
reconnaissance
.
The
innkeeper
appeared
in
great
excitement
.
"
Your
paper
woke
them
up
,
"
he
said
gleefully
.
"
The
dark
fellow
went
as
white
as
death
and
cursed
like
blazes
,
and
the
fat
one
whistled
and
looked
ugly
.
They
paid
for
their
drinks
with
half-a-sovereign
and
would
n't
wait
for
change
.
"
"
Now
I
'll
tell
you
what
I
want
you
to
do
,
"
I
said
.
"
Get
on
your
bicycle
and
go
off
to
Newton-Stewart
to
the
Chief
Constable
.
Describe
the
two
men
,
and
say
you
suspect
them
of
having
had
something
to
do
with
the
London
murder
.
You
can
invent
reasons
.
The
two
will
come
back
,
never
fear
.
Not
tonight
,
for
they
'll
follow
me
forty
miles
along
the
road
,
but
first
thing
tomorrow
morning
.
Tell
the
police
to
be
here
bright
and
early
.
"
He
set
off
like
a
docile
child
,
while
I
worked
at
Scudder
's
notes
.
When
he
came
back
we
dined
together
,
and
in
common
decency
I
had
to
let
him
pump
me
.
I
gave
him
a
lot
of
stuff
about
lion
hunts
and
the
Matabele
War
,
thinking
all
the
while
what
tame
businesses
these
were
compared
to
this
I
was
now
engaged
in
!
When
he
went
to
bed
I
sat
up
and
finished
Scudder
.
I
smoked
in
a
chair
till
daylight
,
for
I
could
not
sleep
.
About
eight
next
morning
I
witnessed
the
arrival
of
two
constables
and
a
sergeant
They
put
their
car
in
a
coach-house
under
the
innkeeper
's
instructions
,
and
entered
the
house
.
Twenty
minutes
later
I
saw
from
my
window
a
second
car
come
across
the
plateau
from
the
opposite
direction
.
It
did
not
come
up
to
the
inn
,
but
stopped
two
hundred
yards
off
in
the
shelter
of
a
patch
of
wood
.
I
noticed
that
its
occupants
carefully
reversed
it
before
leaving
it
.
A
minute
or
two
later
I
heard
their
steps
on
the
gravel
outside
the
window
.
My
plan
had
been
to
lie
hid
in
my
bedroom
,
and
see
what
happened
.
I
had
a
notion
that
,
if
I
could
bring
the
police
and
my
other
more
dangerous
pursuers
together
,
something
might
work
out
of
it
to
my
advantage
.
But
now
I
had
a
better
idea
.
I
scribbled
a
line
of
thanks
to
my
host
,
opened
the
window
,
and
dropped
quietly
into
a
gooseberry
bush
.
Unobserved
I
crossed
the
dyke
,
crawled
down
the
side
of
a
tributary
burn
,
and
won
the
highroad
on
the
far
side
of
the
patch
of
trees
.
There
stood
the
car
,
very
spick
and
span
in
the
morning
sunlight
,
but
with
the
dust
on
her
which
told
of
a
long
journey
.
I
started
her
,
jumped
into
the
chauffeur
's
seat
,
and
stole
gently
out
on
to
the
plateau
.
Almost
at
once
the
road
dipped
so
that
I
lost
sight
of
the
inn
,
but
the
wind
seemed
to
bring
me
the
sound
of
angry
voices
.
