"I think Geary must have been superhuman to have pushed that wall over, rotten as it was. If you remember, Mr. Haskins climbed it."
"I remember, and a good thing it was that it didn't fall and drop him into the pool below. However, it's down now, and on that side the grounds of the Pixy's House lie open to the world. By the way, how is Mr. Haskins? Has he got over the death of that crazy girl?"
Tod laughed. "I don't think myself that she was crazy, Morgan, or that she killed that wretched Italian woman. Nor do I believe that she is dead," and he looked straightly at the officer's red face.
"Have you any reason to think she is alive, sir?"
"Her body has not been found," rejoined Tod evasively.
"What of that? Plenty of bodies are not found. But the girl was never outside the Pixy's House before that time she fled after the murder. Not knowing the lie of the country, it is more than probable that she tumbled into some river, or water hole, and was drowned. If alive, she certainly would have been caught by now. We have had constables all over the place for weeks."
"Even now?"
"Well, no. The men have been withdrawn, as so long a time has elapsed since the commission of the crime. We'll hear no more of the matter."
"Never prophesy until you know, Mr. Inspector."
"I do know," said Morgan positively. "I don't go about with my eyes shut, Mr. Macandrew." And after saluting he stalked in a military way down the street, leaving Tod to pursue his shopping--which Tod had come out to do. Macandrew rather chuckled at the positive way in which this official Dogberry, who could see no further than his nose, asserted that the Pixy's House murder had been relegated to the past.