"Show any surprise?" asked the detective. "Neither surprise nor anything else," said Neale. "Absolutely unaffected!" Polke, hearing the news, immediately bustled into activity, sending for a cab in which to drive along the road to a point near Ellersdeane Tower, from which they could reach the lead mine. But he shook his head when he saw that Betty meant to return. "Don't, miss!" he urged. "Stay here in town--you'd far better. It's not a nice job for ladies, aught of that sort. Wait at the hotel--do, now!" "Doing nothing!" exclaimed Betty. "That would be far worse. Let me go--I'm not afraid of anything. And to hang about, waiting and wondering--" Neale, who had been about to enter the cab with the police, drew back. "You go on," he said to Polke. "Get things through--Miss Fosdyke and I will walk slowly back there. We won't come close up till you can tell us something definite. Don't you see she's anxious about her uncle?--we can't keep her waiting." He rejoined Betty as Polke and his men drove off: together they turned again in the direction of the bridge. Once across it and on the moor, Neale made the girl sit down on a ledge of rock at some distance from the lead mine, but within sight of it: he himself, while he talked to her, stood watching the figures grouped about the shaft. Creasy had evidently succeeded in getting help at once: Neale saw men fixing a windlass over the mouth of the old mine; saw a man at last disappear into its depths. And after a long pause he saw from the movements of the other men that the body had been drawn to the surface and that they were bending over it. A moment later, Starmidge separated himself from the rest, and came in Neale's direction. He nodded his head energetically at Betty as he drew within speaking distance. "All right, Miss Fosdyke!" he said. "It's not your uncle. But--it's the other man, Mr. Neale!--no doubt of it!" "Hollis!" exclaimed Neale. "It's the man described by Mrs. Pratt and Simmons--that's certain," answered the detective. "So there's one mystery settled--though it makes all the rest stranger than ever. Now, Miss Fosdyke, that'll be some relief to you--so don't come any nearer. But just spare Mr. Neale a few minutes--I want to speak to him." Betty obediently turned back to the ledge of rock, and Neale walked with Starmidge towards the group around the shaft. "Can you tell anything?" he asked. "Are there any signs of violence?--I mean, does it look as if he'd been----" "Thrown in there?" said the detective calmly. "Ah!--it's a bit early to decide that. The only thing I'm thinking of now is the fact that this is Hollis! That's certain, Mr. Neale. Now what could he be doing on this lonely bit of ground? Where does this track lead?" "It's a short cut from Scarnham Bridge corner to the middle of Ellersdeane village," answered Neale, pointing one way and then the other. "And Gabriel Chestermarke lives in Ellersdeane, doesn't he?" asked Starmidge. "Or close by?"