At a turn in the road he halted near the footpath which led down the wooded cliff and across the river to Bush Walk.

He surveyed the locality with a reflective frown.

Then, there being no one about, he made some notes of the chat with Elkin.

The man's candor and his misstatements were equally puzzling.

None knew better than the policeman that the vital discrepancy of fully an hour and a half on the Monday night would be difficult to clear up.