“If you please, sir,” the sergeant interjected. “I have to get a statement from you, too.” “Of course I’ll go,” Mr. Morgan assured them. “I’ll see the thing through now.” The constables having arrived with the handcart, it was wheeled down the slip and all five men got round the crate and with some difficulty lifted it on. “By Jove!” Mr. Morgan exclaimed. “That’s some weight. Surely there must be something more than a body in it?” “It’s certainly heavy, but it’s a very solid crate. We shall see when we get it to the station.” With a good deal of pushing and shoving the handcart was got up the slip, and the little party moved off along the mole and across the sidings to the town. On reaching the police station the crate was wheeled into a small courtyard in the rear, and Nield invited the others into his office. “On second thoughts, Mr. Morgan,” he explained, “I’ll not unpack the crate until I have reported to the superintendent and got hold of a doctor. Meantime, sir, I’d be glad to get your statement in writing.” For the third time Mr. Morgan told his story. The sergeant took it down, read over what he had written, and got the other to sign it. “That will do, sir, for to-night. You will, of course, be required at the inquest to-morrow or next day.” “I’ll be there, all right.” “Then about your son, sir? Has he anything to say that might be of use?” Mr. Morgan looked distressed. “Nothing, Sergeant, more than I can tell you myself. I hope you won’t have to call the boy. He’s going back to school to-morrow.” “That’s all right; he’ll not be wanted. And now, sir, I shouldn’t say more about the affair than you can help. Just keep the discovery of the body quiet and content yourself with the story of finding the crate.” Mr. Morgan promised and the sergeant wished him good night. His visitor gone, Sergeant Nield handed a carbon of the statement to Manners, promising to let him know how the affair progressed. The coastguard being got rid of in his turn, Nield telephoned the news to Superintendent Griffiths at Llanelly. The superintendent was suitably impressed and in his turn rang up Major Lloyd, the chief constable at Llandilo. Finally the latter gave instructions for Nield to arrange a meeting at the police station for nine o’clock on the following morning. Both the superintendent and the chief constable would motor over, and the local police doctor was to be in attendance. The body would then be removed from the crate and the necessary examination made. Meanwhile nothing was to be touched. Glad to be relieved from the sole responsibility, the sergeant made his arrangements and at the hour named a little group entered the courtyard of the police station. In addition to the chief constable and superintendent, the sergeant and two of the latter’s men, there were present two doctors—Dr. Crowth, the local police surgeon, and Dr. Wilbraham, a friend of Major Lloyd’s, whom the latter had brought with him.