“Yes, sir. We’re caretakers all the week. I do the cooking, and Mrs. Moss brings down a maid when they come for week-ends.” “Is your husband in?” “Yes, sir—I hope there’s nothing the matter?” “Nothing for you to disturb yourself about. Will you call your husband, please, and come back yourself.” The man who appeared was a little defiant, but the superintendent cautioned him sharply, and he answered the questions he put—though rather sullenly. “You drove your master and mistress into Frattenbury this morning?” “Yes—I did.” “At what time?” “To catch the 7.35 up train.” “When did you get the order—last night?” “No—this morning.” “It must have been very early?” “Soon after six o’clock.” “Do they often go up by this Sunday morning train?” “No, sir—I never knew them do it before. It’s generally on Mondays they leave—or, leastways, Mr. Moss always does.” “Do either of you know where he lives in London?” “Not his private house, sir—we forward any letters that come—or write to him at his business address.” “And what’s that?” “13a, Hatton Garden, sir.” The superintendent and Colson exchanged significant glances. “That seems to point out what his trade is,” said the latter. The superintendent nodded, then he went on with his questions. “Did your master receive any visitor yesterday afternoon? Now, be careful, please.” The woman shot a glance at her husband—who only stared stonily back, with his hands in his pockets. “I—I didn’t let anyone in, sir.” “Oh, you didn’t. But you saw someone?—you must tell me, please.” “I—I happened to be looking out of the window, sir—and Mr. Moss was sitting on a chair on the lawn—with another gentleman.” “What was he like?” “I couldn’t say, sir. I didn’t notice him particularly. And he had his back to me.” “Very well. What time was this?” “Somewhere between four and five, sir.” “Anything else?” “Mr. Moss must have brought him indoors, sir. I heard them talking in his study, as I came by, but I never saw him.” “Did you hear anything they said?” “No, sir—I should scorn to listen.” The superintendent thought for a moment, then he said: “Thank you—that’s all.” The man stepped forward. “I should like to know if there’s any trouble about, sir. We’re decent folk, my wife and I, and we don’t want to be mixed up in no rows—especially if the police are in it.” “That’s all right, my man—don’t worry. We only wanted to see your master about this visitor of his. Another time will do very well. Good day.” As they walked back to the boat, the Canon remarked: “We don’t seem to have got very much information here.” “No, but it’s important,” replied the superintendent, “and we’ve got to find out why this Mr. Moss left in such a hurry. We’ll very soon get onto his track.”