human
Humph! a squatting-place, said Blair, who had read a good deal about prehistoric man.
gpt
A tramp has been sleeping here.
human
A tramp! repeated the Rector.
gpt
Of course that was Cicero Gramp, who wrote the letter.
human
No doubt. I dare say he saw the whole business. Blair continued his researches, and came to a halt at the wall which divided church-yard from pine-wood. He pointed to a loose stone which had been knocked off.
gpt
Did you observe this before, sir?
human
No, replied Mr. Phelps, raising his pince-nez.
gpt
But that's nothing. You see, the wall has been put together without mortar--simply stones piled one on top of the other. A high wind, now----
human
I don't think a high wind knocked this stone off. You will notice, sir, that it has fallen on the other side. Excuse me, and Blair, active as a deer, leaped over the wall and disappeared into the pine-belt. Phelps rubbed his nose, not understanding these Red Indian methods. In ten minutes the inspector returned.
gpt
I can't find the trail, said he,
human
Where to, Mr. Inspector?
gpt
Probably to a cart waiting on the highroad, which runs across the moor. But, of course, I'm in the dark as to that. Let me see the keyhole of the vault-door. He went back and had a good look at it. There were no scratches to be seen.
human
Humph! said the inspector;
gpt
Ah! said the Rector, looking wise.
human
What key? Not this one?
gpt
No, Mr. Phelps, I don't suspect you. Probably the key was that stolen from Mr. Thorold's desk by the Quiet Gentleman.
human
You speak as though you were not quite sure.
gpt
There might have been a third key,
human
If so, why should Brown have stolen Thorold's key?
gpt
That's one of the things I have to find out. Let us call on Mrs. Marry.