"Not a sound--beyond the clanging of the bells. But she's getting used to them. Besides, they don't last long, you know. Just off and on now and again, and never later than eleven or twelve o'clock. Last night, however, they started earlier than they ever did before--about ten, I believe, and they never sounded a solitary peal after half-past." "H'm! maybe the murder was committed whilst they _were_ pealing, then. That would account for her not hearing the struggle, of course." "She says not, though. Constable suggested that first thing. Says she's become so used to the bells they don't affect her hearing of other things at all--that she could hear any other sound that there might be right through the pealing of them. She called vicar to prove that one night last week she cried out to him while the things were ringing to say that she believed he must have left the door of the stable open, as she could hear a scratching noise in there. Vicar dressed and ran out, and sure enough he had left the door open and there was an old dog fox in the place trying to scratch his way through to the fowl-house. If she could have heard that through the sound of the bells it's pretty certain she could have heard Davis putting up a fight if he had been attacked by anything human. But he wasn't! You take my word for it, Mr. Headland, devils are at the bottom of this business, and the thing will never be stopped until that dead Johnnie's body is dug up out of the churchyard and carried out to sea and chucked overboard." Cleek had no opportunity to reply, for at that moment the quiet of the country was suddenly broken by the sharp _Honk! honk!_ of a motor-horn, and round the bend of the road swung a high-powered car, driven by a liveried chauffeur, and containing an overdressed gentleman of a dark, Hebraic cast of countenance. "That will be Sir Julius Solinski, the great company promoter," explained Carstairs, offhandedly. "Got a fine place over Framleigh way. Motors through here every day about this time. Same old course, without a break or a change--down here, round the curve, past the cottage where those Hurdon people live, and then down behind the grounds of the Castle and off Willowby Old Church way. Should think he'd be about fed up with it by this time." "Ever stop anywhere on the road?" "Not that I know of. Never seen him do so, at all events. Still, of course, he might, you know, without---- Here we are at last. This is where you and your friend are to put up, Mr. Headland. Come in."