For the agent, as the two young men approached, ostentiously turned away from them, moving a few steps from the door. He muttered a word or two to the men who guarded it and they stood aside and allowed Copplestone and the curate to enter. Marston Greyle came forward, eyeing Gilling with a sharp glance of inspection. He turned from him to Copplestone. "Will you come in?" he asked, not impolitely and with a certain anxiety of manner. "I want you to--to be present, in fact. This gentleman is a friend of yours?" "An acquaintance of an hour," interposed Gilling, with ready wit. "I have just come to stay at the inn--for my health's sake." "Perhaps you'll be kind enough to accompany us?" said Greyle. "The fact is, Mr. Copplestone, we've found Mr. Bassett Oliver's body." "I thought so," remarked Copplestone. "And as soon as the police come up," continued Greyle, "I want you all to see exactly where it is. No one's touched it--no one's been near it. Of course, he's dead!" He lifted his hand with a nervous gesture, and the two others, who were watching him closely, saw that he was trembling a good deal, and that his face was very pale. "Dead!--of course," he went on. "He--he must have been killed instantaneously. And you'll see in a minute or two why the body wasn't found before--when we made that first search. It's quite explainable. The fact is--" A sudden bustle at the door in the wall heralded the entrance of two policemen. The Squire went forward to meet them. The prospect of immediate action seemed to pull him together and his manner changed to one of assertive superintendence of things. "Now, Mr. Chatfield!" he called out. "Keep all these people away! Close the door and let no one enter on any excuse. Stay there yourself and see that we are not interrupted. Come this way now," he went on, addressing the policemen and the two favoured spectators. "You've found him, then, sir?" asked the police-sergeant in a thick whisper, as Greyle led his party across the grass to the foot of the Keep. "I suppose it's all up with the poor gentleman; of course? The doctor, he wasn't in, but they'll send him up as soon--"