At that moment the police inspector entered, hurriedly.
"Well," said the detective, "you can speak out."
"He's gone," said the inspector. "Leastways, I cannot find him, or any tidings of him."
The detective brightened up, as if by magic, and a sharp, ferrety expression came upon his face.
"What, already?" he said, quietly. "Have you posted a man at the station?"
"I did that last night," said the inspector.
"And telegraphed a description of him?"
"Yes," said the man.
"Then I must have that light trap at once, if you please, gentlemen," said Mr. Dockett.
Hurriedly, the party left the station and ran down the path to the village.