"For whom are you looking?" asked Mr. Thaxton of the detective.
"Mr. Leicester Dodson," said the detective, shortly. "It was his hat, and he was seen on the cliff road."
"But—but," said the captain, "it is impossible!"
The detective glanced at him, and smiled.
"Nothing's impossible in a murder, sir. I think I can get a trap or a horse here quicker than going up to the Park. Here, saddle me a horse, sharp, boy, and I'll give you a shilling."
There was confusion instantly all round the "Blue Lion", at the door of which stood Martha, grim and fierce, as usual.
A horse was saddled, and, after giving a few instructions to the inspector, Detective Dockett dashed off.
The captain looked at Mr. Thaxton with perplexity and dismay.
"This is preposterous and ridiculous! Mr. Leicester Dodson is the most respected man in the place."