I didn't content myself with just staring out of the window of
that little hut in the grounds of the Guest House, like you did, Mr.
Harley, and saying 'twice one are two'--I looked at every book on the
shelves, and at every page of those books."
"You must have materially added to your information?"
"Ah, very likely, but my enquiries didn't stop there. I had the floor
up."
"The floor of the hut?"
"The floor of the hut, sir. The planks were quite loose. I had
satisfied myself that it was a likely hiding place."
"What did you find there, a dead rat?"
Inspector Aylesbury turned, and:
"Sergeant Butler," he called.
The sergeant came forward from the hall, carrying a cricket bag. This
Inspector Aylesbury took from him, placing it upon the floor of the
library at his feet.
"New, sir," said he, "I borrowed this bag in which to bring the
evidence away--the hanging evidence which I discovered beneath the
floor of the hut."
I had turned again, when the man had referred to his discovery; and
now, glancing at Harley, I saw that his face had grown suddenly very
stern.
"Show me your evidence, Inspector?" he asked, shortly.
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