enough to detect any scent. They all seem odourless to me, whereas the purse smells quite distinctly. Shall we have Ellis in now?"
The sergeant took a key from a locked drawer and departed for the cells, whence he presently re-appeared accompanied by the prisoner—a stout, burly man, in the last stage of dejection.
"Come, cheer up, Ellis," said the inspector. "Here's Dr. Thorndyke come down to help us and he wants to ask you one or two questions."
Ellis looked piteously at Thorndyke, and exclaimed: "I know nothing whatever about this affair, sir, I swear to God I don't."
"I never supposed you did," said Thorndyke. "But there are one or two things that I want you to tell me. To begin with, that purse: where did you find it?"
"On the Thorpe road, sir. It was lying in the middle of the footway."
"Had any one else passed the spot lately? Did you meet or pass any one?"
"Yes, sir, I met a labourer about a minute before I saw the purse. I can't imagine why he didn't see it."
"Probably because it wasn't there," said Thorndyke. "Is there a hedge there?"
"Yes, sir; a hedge on a low bank."
"Ha! Well, now, tell me: is there any one about here whom you knew when you and Pratt
