The detective peered down, to see who it was he had caught, and, to his surprise, he recognised Garth.
[CHAPTER XXVI].
MRS. PRISOM'S STORY.
"What the deuce are you doing here?" asked the detective, angrily, "and why did you run away when you saw me?"
"As to my being here," replied Garth, sitting up and wiping his face, "I came down to watch my cousin, of whom I was suspicious; and I ran away because, on catching sight of you in the twilight, I took you for Louis Fellenger."
"Oh! And for what purpose are you down here?"
"I have told you. I suspect that my cousin, through his medical friend, is concerned in the murder of Sir Gregory."
Fanks frowned, and Garth having got on his feet, they walked on together. He wished that Garth would leave the case to him, and resented the presence of the young lawyer on the spot. "Where are you staying?" he asked, abruptly.
"At the Pretty Maid Inn. I suppose you are there also, as it is the only comfortable lodging in the village."
"Yes, I am there, and, now as I have dropped across you, we may as well go back to supper. I had intended having a look at the Hall, but on second thoughts I shall go back with you to pump Mrs. Prisom."