"Indeed, I do nothing of the sort; I found the body myself."
"Where, may I ask?" said Gramp, his thoughts going back to the hut on the heath.
"In the Marlow vault, in the coffin of the dead man who was carried away."
Cicero's jaw fell. He was truly surprised.
"How the devil did it get there from the hut?" he said.
"The hut--what hut?"
"I want my money before I tell you that, Mr. Thorold."
Alan took five ten-pound notes out of his pocket.
"Here is fifty pounds," he said; "it will be yours if you tell me all you know, and come with me to see Mrs. Warrender."
"Aha!" Cicero's eyes glittered, and his fingers longed to clutch the money. Such wealth had not been his for many a long day. "And the police?"