But I heard Mitchington's voice." "Police, then!" said Bryce.

"What on earth are they after ?" "Look here!" whispered Dick, pulling at Bryce's arm again.

"Come on! I know how to get in there without their seeing us.

You follow me." Bryce followed readily, and Dick stepping through the wicket-gate, seized his companion's wrist and led him amongst the bushes in the direction of the spot from whence came the metallic sounds.

He walked with the step of a cat, and Bryce took pains to follow his example.
And presently from behind a screen of cypresses they looked out on the expanse of flagging in the midst of which stood the tomb of Richard Jenkins.
Round about that tomb were five men whose faces were visible enough in the light thrown by a couple of strong lamps, one of which stood on the tomb itself, while the other was set on the ground.