"Look here!" said the chauffeur, and scrambled to his feet. "If you try any monkey tricks with me—"
Mr. Holland eyed him with interest.
"If you try any monkey tricks with me," said the chauffeur thickly, "I'll—"
He pitched forward on his face and lay still.
Mr. Holland waited long enough to search his pockets, and then, stepping cautiously into the road, donned the chauffeur's cap and goggles and set his car running swiftly southward.
CHAPTER X
A MURDER
Constable Wiseman lived in the bosom of his admiring family in a small cottage on the Bexhill Road. That "my father was a policeman" was the proud boast of two small boys, a boast which entitled them to no small amount of respect, because P. C. Wiseman was not only honored in his own circle but throughout the village in which he dwelt.