Chapter Six.
Theed’s Strange Story.
The following morning while I was writing letters in my room Theed entered, saying that his father had called and wished to see me.
A moment later the sturdy old ex-police-sergeant came in, his felt hat in his hand, and when I had sat him beside the fire I saw an unusual expression upon his grey, furrowed countenance.
“I’ve come up, sir,” he said, “because something curious ’appened at the shed lars’ night.”
“Happened—what’s happened?” I asked, staring at him.
“Well—something I can’t quite make out, sir. But I thought I ought to report at once.”
“Tell me, by all means, Theed,” I said, instantly interested.