“Where?”
“Ah, there we come to the edge of the unexplored. Let me go a little further, a very little further, and I will promise that you shall share everything that I know.”
“Well, we’re bound to take you on your own terms,” said the Inspector; “but when it comes to telling us to abandon the case—why in the name of goodness should we abandon the case?”
“For the simple reason, my dear Mr. Mac, that you have not got the first idea what it is that you are investigating.”
“We are investigating the murder of Mr. John Douglas of Birlstone Manor.”
“Yes, yes, so you are. But don’t trouble to trace the mysterious gentleman upon the bicycle. I assure you that it won’t help you.”
“Then what do you suggest that we do?”
“I will tell you exactly what to do, if you will do it.”
“Well, I’m bound to say I’ve always found you had reason behind all your queer ways. I’ll do what you advise.”
“And you, Mr. White Mason?”
The country detective looked helplessly from
