Starmidge smiled and set down his glass. "Why, first," he answered, "first, I think I should like to see a photograph of Mr. Horbury." Polke moved to a bureau in the corner of his dining-room. "I can fit you up," he said. "I've a portrait here that Mr. Horbury gave me not so long ago. There you are!" He produced a cabinet photograph and handed it to Starmidge, who looked at it and laid it down on the table without comment. "I suppose that conveys nothing to you?" asked Betty. "Well," replied Starmidge, with another smile, "if a man's missing, one naturally wants to know what he's like. And if there's any advertising of him to be done--by poster, I mean--it ought to have a recent portrait of him." "To be sure," agreed Polke. "So far as I understand matters," continued Starmidge, "this gentleman left his house on Saturday evening, hasn't been seen since, and there's an idea that he probably walked across country to a place called Ellersdeane. But up to now there's no proof that he did. I think that's all, Mr. Polke?" "All!" assented Polke. "No!" said Neale. "Miss Fosdyke and I have brought you some news. Mr. Horbury must have crossed Ellersdeane Hollow on Saturday night. Look at this!--and I'll tell you all about it." The superintendent and the detective listened silently to Neale's account of the meeting with Creasy, and Betty, watching Starmidge's face, saw that he was quietly taking in all the points of importance. "Is this tin-man to be depended upon?" he asked, when Neale had finished. "Is he known?" "I know him," answered Polke. "He's come to this neighbourhood for many years. Yes--an honest chap enough--bit given to poaching, no doubt, but straight enough in all other ways--no complaint of him that I ever heard of. I should believe all he says about this." "Then, as that's undoubtedly Mr. Horbury's pipe, and as this gentleman saw him smoking it at two o'clock on Saturday, and as Creasy picked it up underneath Ellersdeane Tower on Sunday evening," said Starmidge, "there seems no doubt that Mr. Horbury went that way, and dropped it where it was found. But--I can't think he was carrying Lord Ellersdeane's jewels home!" "Why?" asked Neale. "Is it likely?" suggested Starmidge. "One's got--always--to consider probability. Is it probable that a bank manager would put a hundred thousand pounds' worth of jewels in his pocket, and walk across a lonely stretch of land at that time of night, just to hand them over to their owner? I think not--especially as he hadn't been asked to do so. I think that if Mr. Horbury had been in a hurry to deliver up these jewels, he'd have driven out to Lord Ellersdeane's place." "Good!" muttered Polke. "That's the more probable thing." "Where are the jewels, then?" asked Neale. Starmidge glanced at Polke with one expression, at Betty and Neale with another. "They haven't been searched for yet, have they?" he asked quietly. "They may be--somewhere about, you know."