The Squire went forward to meet them.

The prospect of immediate action seemed to pull him together and his manner changed to one of assertive superintendence of things.
"Now, Mr.Chatfield!" he called out.

"Keep all these people away! Close the door and let no one enter on any excuse.

Stay there yourself and see that we are not interrupted.

Come this way now," he went on, addressing the policemen and the two favoured spectators.
"You've found him, then, sir ?" asked the police-sergeant in a thick whisper, as Greyle led his party across the grass to the foot of the Keep.