"You saw that man who was killed in the garden at Chilcombe, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, that looks like the same thing, doesn't it?" Carstairs handed him the paper.
Bounce read it with a serious face. "Looks like the same," he said.
"Look here," Carstairs looked at his watch. "Come on down to the mortuary with me, we'll have a look at it, and you can tell the police what the other chap was like."
So they went off together, and on the way Bounce explained. "When we was on the China station, we called at Borneo once, some of our chaps went ashore and went up country a bit. They seen the niggers come running out of the woods, shouting like hell, so they goes in to see what the trouble was. There was a monkey there. He wasn't so very big, an' one of our chaps went in to capture him—well, when they brought 'im back to the ship, 'e looked just like that bloke I seen at Chilcombe."
A policeman let them into the mortuary, and as Bounce gazed on the dead body of Councillor Donovan, he shook his head in mystification. "Just the same," he said. "Exactly the same."
Carstairs was very serious. "This is damnable," he said. "I must see Darwen."
The policeman took profuse notes from Bounce, and then they returned to the works together. Carstairs proceeded at once to Darwen's office.
He held out a paper. "Have you seen that?" he asked.