Monsieur Dupont's voice sank lower.
"Don't you see that a cry for help would have completely transformed the whole case? It would have brought it down in one crash to a human level. It is the silence—the utter, horrible silence—that makes it what it is. It is the silence——"
The inspector's voice recalled them.
"Now, Mr. Bolsover, just whereabouts was Layton when you disturbed him?"
"He was sneaking round there," the manager replied, pointing to a corner of the house, "towards the drawing-room windows."
"Which path did he run to when he saw you?"
"That one—to the river."
"Does that path communicate anywhere with the one which we presume Miss Manderson was following to the house?"
"Yes," said Copplestone.
They moved along the path indicated by the manager. It twisted about unproductively for some distance.