Chapter Thirteen.
I Practise a New Profession.
“Why, the Colonel—Colonel Chetwode!” the man answered excitedly.
“Colonel Chetwode!” I gasped. “Impossible!”
“It’s a fact,” he declared. “The whole thing’s a deep mystery. They found him at five o’clock this morning.”
“Tell me all about it,” I urged.
“Mr Plummer, sergeant of police, was in here half an hour ago, and he told me all about it. According to what he says, it seems that a workman going across the park to Twickenham early this morning, saw the body of a man on the edge of the lake, half in the water. He rushed forward, and to his horror found it was the Colonel, quite dead.”
“Drowned?”
“No; he wasn’t drowned. That’s the curious part of it. He was murdered.”
“How?”