Now, tell me the man, or woman, in Steynholme, who wears a wig and a hat like that, and you and I will guess who killed Miss Melhuish." Robinson suspected that, as he himself would have put it, his leg was being pulled rather violently.

Furneaux read his face like a printed page.

Chewing, much against his will, a mouthful of bread and cheese, he mumbled in solemn, broken tones: "Think--Robinson.

Don't--answer--offhand.

Has--anybody--ever worn--such things--in a play ?" Then the policeman was convinced, galvanized by memory, as it were.
"By gum!" he cried again.