“Find anything?” asked Ross.
Donnelly was silent for a moment.
“I’ve finished,” he said, at last.
“What—” began Ross.
“I’ve finished,” Donnelly repeated, almost gently. “It’s up to the police now. We’ll have that pond dragged.”
Ross, too, was silent for a moment.
“All right!” he said. “I’ll just get my hat.”
He turned back into the room; Donnelly waited for him below. In a few minutes Ross joined him, and they got into the cab.
XVIII
Mr. Solway descended from the train and walked briskly toward his car. The new chauffeur was standing there, stiff as a poker.