I almost started. How was it that it had never occurred to me to search young Gascoyne’s pockets?
“Were they love-letters?”
“Yes.”
“It is not very unusual for a young fellow of his age.”
“No, and I am afraid that what they contained is also not unusual. It appears that he had accomplished the ruin of a girl in a neighbouring village.”
I looked thoughtful. “Do you mean to suggest that there is a mystery?”
“I am afraid there is. I cannot help thinking that the doctor who refused to accept the theory of his having been killed by the horse was right.”
“Why did they not call in a third doctor?”
“They did, and he was evidently under the influence of the man who believed in the horse theory.”
“What was the verdict?”