“You never can tell,” came the dark answer.
At any rate, the policeman elected to abandon his self-imposed vigil, and the two walked together into the village.
“My! You look as though you’d run a mile,” commented Elkin.
“This murder has kept me busy,” growled the other, frankly mopping his forehead.
“Ay, that’s so. And it isn’t done with yet, by a long way. Pity you weren’t in the Hare and Hounds last night. You’d have heard something. There’s a chap staying there, name of Ingerman—”
“I’ve met him. The dead woman’s husband.”
“Oh, perhaps you’ve got his yarn already?”
“It all depends what he said to you.”
“Well, he hinted things. Unless I’m greatly mistaken, you’ll soon be making an arrest.”
“I believe I could put my hand on the murderer this very minute,” said Robinson vindictively.