It did not take us long to reach the place mentioned. We found an old man hard at work in a field beside the shed, which also stood near the road.
“Good-morning,” said I. “We would like a little information.”
“Morning, young man. Well, what’s it ye want to know?”
“Did you see or hear any one passing down the road some time after three o’clock this morning?”
“Reckon I did, about four o’clock.”
“Did you see or hear the party?”
“Both, young man,” and Farmer Holden grinned.
“What time, please?”
“Close onto five o’clock. It was a tall, slim man. He stopped at the shed just while I was milking the cows.”
“A tall, slim man!” I cried. “And did he wear a funny shaped hat?”