"Mr. Copplestone will show us," said the inspector.
Copplestone started at the sound of his own name, and turned to them.
"What next?" he asked abruptly.
"The rose arches," returned the inspector.
Copplestone indicated an opening in the trees, some distance ahead of them.
"Over here," he directed, moving towards it.
There were twelve ornamental arches, overgrown with roses. Monsieur Dupont looked at the wealth of flowers almost with reverence.
"So far," he muttered, "the only innocent things I have seen in this garden."
Tranter stopped at a point where several paths intersected.
"I left her here," he said. "I went down that path to the right, which she told me would lead to the main lawns where I should be most likely to Mr. Copplestone. She said she was going straight back to the house."