When it grew dark, I trudged along the dusty high road up the hill for a mile, and obtained a good sight of the Manor. It was, I found, a splendid old Tudor mansion, standing on the side of a hill in a finely timbered park, and in full view from the high road. Would the country folk have held its occupier in such high esteem had they but known the curious truth?
While standing there gazing across the broad park to the old, gabled, ivy-clad house, with its pointed roofs and twisted chimneys, I heard the hum of an approaching motor-car, and I was only just in time to draw back into a hedge. In it sat Mrs Olliffe herself.
But the discovery I had made had opened up an entirely new train of thought.
Guy had been that undesirable woman’s friend. Was it possible that she had been implicated in the poor fellow’s mysterious end?
That night I lay awake in the York House Hotel in Bath, thinking—thinking very deeply.
Chapter Fifteen.
Contains some Fresh Facts.
I was in London again a few days later, and Captain Cardew lunched with me at the club.