Then, going to the wall, he pointed out on the ordnance map the position of the park and mansion. This having been examined carefully by all three, Rowling gave them a brief description of the murdered man, his wife and his son, very similar to that given by my gossiping friend of the Red Lion.
“There were a lot of visitors at the Park, you say,” Bullen observed. “Are they still there?”
“No. Most of them have returned to London, I believe,” I responded.
“Ah!” said the detective, in a tone of disappointment; “it would have assisted us greatly if we could have seen what kind of persons they were. But we’d better go down to the house and have a look round.”
Chapter Fourteen.
A Theory.
Half an hour later I stood beside the body of Colonel Chetwode, making a thorough and complete examination.
It was still clothed, just as it had been found, for the local police had given orders that it should not be touched before the arrival of the detectives from headquarters.