Folliot lifted a shaking hand and pointed into the garden.
"There!" he whispered.

"Hell and--What's this mean ?" Bryce looked in the direction pointed out.

Behind the pergola of rambler roses the figures of men were coming towards the old well-house led by one of Folliot's gardeners.

Suddenly they emerged into full view, and in front of the rest was Mitchington and close behind him the detective, and behind him--Glassdale!.