"That's that," he observed grimly, "and——"
I saw him pull up with curious abruptness, and stand there perfectly still staring out into the garden.
"What's the matter?" I demanded.
He looked back over his shoulder with a queer smile on his lips.
"I don't know if you're expecting any visitors," he began.
Before he could conclude his sentence I was standing alongside of him.
Crossing the lawn and coming directly towards the house were two figures. One was an enormously stout, broad-shouldered man, whom I recognised immediately as the landlord of the Gunner's Arms; the other was a police sergeant in uniform.
Bobby was the first to break the silence. "We seem to have finished the story just in time," he said drily.
Without making any reply, I unlatched the window and threw it open.
The two men came up to the verandah side by side and halted exactly in front of us.