He made one of the policemen take him up to the broken railings at the brink of the quarry; together they made a careful examination of the ground.
"No signs of any footprints hereabouts, the superintendent says," remarked Mallalieu as they looked around.

"You haven't seen aught of that sort!" "No, your Worship--we looked for that when we first came up," answered the policeman.

"You see this grass is that short and wiry that it's too full of spring to show marks.

No, there's naught, anywhere about--we've looked a goodish way on both sides." Mallalieu went close to the edge of the quarry and looked down.

His sharp, ferrety eyes were searching everywhere for his stick.