"Well, now, I never! To think of it growing up there, and me never noticing such a beautiful thing before! Oh, thanky, sir, thanky. Joshua _will_ be pleased!" Then she took up the plant and looked at its fuzzy little yellow blossoms, and let her apron fall into place again. But not before Cleek had remarked the fact that the skirt it covered was baggy and very badly smudged in the neighbourhood of the good lady's knees, and that the smudges bore a curious resemblance to dried mustard. The smile went up his cheek again. CHAPTER VIII THE MURDER OF CAPTAIN SANDRINGHAM Overton and Mr. Narkom had already turned away, and with a pleasant "Good afternoon" to Mrs. Hurdon, Cleek moved off after them. "Sorry to kep' you hanging round so late, gov'ner," he said, as he came up and joined the land-steward, Narkom again dropping back into the rear. "I never give a thought to how the time was flying until I see you make a move." "Oh, don't let that distress you, Mr. Headland," replied Overton, good naturedly. "I have plenty of time at my disposal, fortunately. It was only my horse I was worrying over. He gets a bit restless if he's tied up too long, and that roadside sapling I fastened him to is none too firm a thing if he should suddenly take it into his mind to go back to the stables and leave me. You can see for yourself that he is beginning to get uneasy." Cleek could. The animal was exceedingly restless, so they quickened their steps and got back to the road in time to take him before he did any mischief. A short walk brought them to the curve where the road went round the bend of the Castle grounds and past the front elevation of the two cottages, and there before them stood St. Saviour's, with its moss-grown lich-gate, its well-worn footpath, its grim surroundings of sagging and discoloured tombstones, and its scarred and time-worn bell-tower. Tower and church stood back from the highway at a distance of some thirty feet or more, and looking past them one could catch a glimpse through the trees of the gate and the path which led to the adjoining vicarage. Cleek paused a moment and looked at the place. It seemed peaceful enough in the waning light and the pleasant country hush--far too peaceful to be in any way connected with matters of mystery and blood-shed. "Seen a bit of time go over its head, that has," said he, as he struck a match and lit his pipe. "That'll be the bell-tower over there to the left, won't it, the round thing with the cement pavement all round it?" "Yes. Would you like to go in and examine it? There's plenty of time." "Not me. I want my supper and a good night's rest first. Will this be the road where you saw that thing last night, Mr. Overton?"