The detectives, eager for anything which might lead to the discovery of
the identity of the assassin, took it, examining it closely beneath the
light of one of their bull's-eyes. It was a pin of a common kind, and
what at first seemed like a clue was quickly discarded, for on taking it
back to where the body was lying and taking one of the pins that held
the unfortunate girl's wealth of fair hair, it was at once seen in
comparison to be of the same thickness and make, although of a slightly
different length.
Half a dozen pins were taken one by one from her hair and compared, but
strangely enough all were about half an inch shorter than the one
discovered by George.
"Anything in this, do you think?" one of the detectives asked the other,
evidently his superior.
"No," the man answered promptly. "Women often use hairpins of different
lengths. If you buy a box they are often of assorted sizes. No, that
pin evidently fell from her hair when she put up her hands to tidy it,
after dismounting."
So the vague theory that the person who joined her was a woman was
dismissed. George had said nothing of his appointment with Liane at
that spot, deeming it wiser to keep his secret, yet he was sorely
puzzled by the fact that Nelly should have been there at the same hour
that Liane had arranged to meet him. Perhaps his well-beloved had sent
her with a message, as she had on previous occasions. If not, why had
she returned from Burghfield by that lonely lane instead of riding
direct along the high road, which was in so much better condition for
cycling? He had only known her to ride along Cross Lane once before.
Indeed, both she and Liane had always denounced that road with its
flints and ruts as extremely injurious to cycles.
The assassin had got clean away without leaving the slightest trace.
Even his footsteps were indistinguishable where all others were plainly
marked, for during the day the dust had been blowing in clouds,
carpeting the unfrequented lane to the depth of nearly half an inch, so
that every imprint had been faithfully retained.
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