CHAPTER XII.
With a slightly incredulous air Inspector Dawfield placed his London colleague in possession of his own knowledge of the facts of the case, based on the statements made to him by Mrs.Pendleton that morning and the facts as set forth in Sergeant Pengowan's report.
Detective Barrant listened attentively, with the air of a man smiling to himself.

He was not actually doing so, but that was the impression conveyed by his keen bright eyes.

He was a Londoner, with an assured manner, and the conviction that his intelligence was equal to any call which might be made upon it.

By temperament he was restless, but his work had given him a philosophical outlook which in some measure counterpoised that defect by causing him to realize that life was a tricky and deceptive business in which intelligence counted for more than action in the long run.

He had a wider outlook and more shrewdness than the average detective, and he already felt a keen interest in the case he had been called in to investigate.
When the inspector had finished his story he picked up the blue foolscap on which was inscribed the sprawling report of the churchtown sergeant.
With a severe effort he mastered the matter contained under the flowing curves and flourishes.
"The local man seems certain that it is suicide," he said, "but the sister's statement certainly calls for further investigation.