They seemed to peer into the heart of a thing so wisely and thoroughly.

He did not share Superintendent Fowler's somewhat derogatory estimate of Furneaux, with whom he was much better acquainted than was his superior officer, while Chief Inspector Winter's repute stood so high that it might not be questioned.

Still, to the best of his belief, the case had beaten both these doughty representatives of Scotland Yard; there was yet a chance for the humble police-constable; so Robinson squared his shoulders, seamed his brows, and marched majestically down the Knoleworth road.
He had an eye for The Hollies, of course, though neither he nor anybody else could discern more than the bare edge of the lawn from bridge or road, owing to the dense screen of evergreen trees and shrubs planted by the tenant who remodeled the property.
But the spot where the body of Adelaide Melhuish was drawn ashore was visible, and the sight of it started a dim thesis in the policeman's mind which took definite shape during less than an hour's stroll.

Thus, at four o'clock exactly, he was pulling the bell at The Hollies.

Almost simultaneously, Mr.Siddle knocked modestly on the private door of the post office, to reach which one had to pass down a narrow yard.
"Mr.Grant at home ?" inquired Robinson, when Minnie appeared.
Yes, the master was on the lawn with Mr.Hart.The policeman found the two there, seated in chairs with awnings.