“That’s Mold, the keeper. He’s found Maurice Chacewater’s body. He’s telephoning from his own cottage, so I told him to wait there and we’ll go up in the car. The body’s in the woods and we’ll save time by getting Mold to guide us to it instead of hunting round for the place.”
It did not take long to reach the head keeper’s cottage, where they found Mold in a state of perturbation.
“Where is this body?” Sir Clinton demanded, cutting short Mold’s rather confused attempts to explain matters. “Take us to it first of all and then I’ll ask what I want to know.”
Under the keeper’s guidance they made their way through the woods, and at last emerged into a small clearing in the centre of which rose a few ruined walls.
“This is what they call the Knight’s Tower,” Armadale explained.
Sir Clinton nodded.
“I expected something of the sort. Now, Mold, where’s Mr. Chacewater’s body?”
The keeper led them round the Tower, and as they turned the corner of a wall they came upon the body stretched at full length on the grass.
“The turf’s short,” said Armadale, with some disappointment. “There’s no track on it round about here.”
“That’s true,” said Sir Clinton. “We’ll have to do without that help.”