“What is it, doctor?”
“I met a man this evening—just as I was turning out of the gate. He asked me the way to Fernly Park.”
“What time would that be?”
“Just nine o’clock. I heard it chime the hour as I was turning out of the gate.”
“Can you describe him?”
I did so to the best of my ability.
The inspector turned to the butler.
“Any one answering that description come to the front door?”
“No, sir. No one has been to the house at all this evening.”
“What about the back?”