imagined it all. It's too absurd to credit. Still, as you made a point of being told at once of whatever I might learn from Peter, I kept my promise. I'm afraid I've spoiled your luncheon." She finished with a wan little half smile.
The detective's face was very grave and he did not speak at once.
"Is it possible," she ejaculated, "that you find anything in the boy's story?"
Ferrars leaned forward and took her hand. "Miss Grant," he said gravely, "I believe that poor foolish Peter saw Charles Brierly's murderer."
He got up quickly. "Do you think the boy could be got to show you where he saw this apparition?"
"I asked him that. He thinks he might dare to go if he were protected by 'big mans.'"
"Then, arrange to leave your school for a short time, at, say two o'clock. I shall get Doran and his surrey. Have the boy ready"
"Pardon me, I will say nothing to Peter. The surrey will be enough, he is wild to ride."
"That will be best then. I shall lose no time. I have a strong reason for wishing to see the precise place where this ghost appeared."
The sight of the surrey filled poor foolish Peter with delight, and he rode on in high glee, sitting
