“I’ll give you a fact now,” he said with ill-suppressed triumph. “As you came away, you happened to ask Mr. Chacewater if he’d come by the first train this morning.”
“Yes.”
“And he said he did?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” said Armadale, with a tinge of derision in his voice, “he took you in, there; but he didn’t come over me with that tale. He didn’t come by the first train; he wasn’t in it! And what’s more, he didn’t come by train to our station at all, for I happened to make inquiries. I knew you were anxious for him to come back, and I thought I’d ask whether he’d come.”
“That’s very interesting,” said Sir Clinton.
He made no further remark until they reached the police station. Then, as they got out of the car, he turned to the Inspector.
“Care to see me do a little map-drawing, Inspector? It might amuse you.”
CHAPTER XII.
Chuchundra’s Body
Sir Clinton’s map-drawing, however, was destined to be postponed. Hardly had they entered his office when the telephone bell rang. After a few moments’ conversation he put down the receiver and turned to Armadale.