WHEREIN WINTER GETS TO WORK Winter had identified Bates at the first glance.

The letters in the man's hand, too, showed his errand, so, while the gardener was climbing the hill, the detective slipped into Robinson's cottage.
He found the policeman awaiting him in the dark, because a voice said: "Beg pardon, sir, but the other gentleman from the 'Yard' asked me to take him into the kitchen.

A light in the front room might attract attention, he thought." "Just what Mr.Furneaux would suggest, and I agree with him," said Winter, quite alive to the canny discretion behind those words, "the other gentleman." Robinson led the way.

Supper was laid on the table.

Poor Mrs.Robinson had again beaten a hasty retreat.
"Now, Robinson," said the Chief Inspector affably, "before we come to business I'll prove my bona fides.