The Viaduct Murder by Ronald A. Knox [Frontispiece: A map showing the railway line between Paston Oatvile station and Paston Whitchurch station, and the viaduct where the railroad crosses the river and the golf links. The Dormy House is situated nearer to Paston Oatvile, while the Hatcheries is close by Paston Whitchurch. Below the map is a railway timetable.] LONDON .. .. .. .. .. | 3. 0 | 3.47 | .. Weighford .. .. .. .. | 3.31 | 4.29 | .. Paston Oatvile (arr.) .. | .. | 4.43 | .. |--------|========|======== Paston Oatvile (dep.) .. | .. | .. | 4.50 Paston Whitchurch .. .. | .. | .. | 4.58 BINVER .. .. .. .. | 3.59 | .. | 5. 9 Dedicated by command to Tony Wilson “In the matter of information, above all regard with suspicion that which seems probable. Begin always by believing what seems incredible.” Gaboriau, _Monsieur Lecoq_. Contents I. The Paston Oatvile Dormy-house II. In the Rough III. Piecing it Together IV. Endless Clues V. On the Railway VI. The Movements of Mr. Davenant VII. Carmichael’s Account of it VIII. The Inquest, and a Fresh Clue IX. The Animated Picture X. In which a Book is more communicative than a Lady XI. A Funeral and a Vigil XII. A Search with Piano Accompaniment XIII. The Man in the Passage XIV. A Chase, ending with a Surprise XV. Gordon takes the Opportunity to Philosophize XVI. Reeves promises to do his Best XVII. By which Train? XVIII. The Holmes Method XIX. Mordaunt Reeves talks to Himself XX. Proof at Last XXI. The Test XXII. In the Fog XXIII. Marryatt breaks the Pledge XXIV. Gordon offers the Consolation of Philosophy XXV. The Dull Facts Chapter I The Paston Oatvile Dormy-house Nothing is ever wasted. The death of the animal fertilizes the vegetable world: bees swarm in the disused pillar-box; sooner or later, somebody will find a use for the munition-factories. And the old country-seats of feudal England, that bask among their figured terraces, frowning at the ignoble tourist down secular avenues and thrusting back the high-road he travels by into respectful detours—these too, although the family have long since decided that it is too expensive to live there, and the agents smile at the idea of letting them like one humouring a child, have their place in the hero-tenanted England of to-day. The house itself may be condemned to the scrap-heap, but you can always make a golf-course out of the Park. Acres, that for centuries have scorned the weight of the plough, have their stubborn glebe broken with the niblick, and over-populated greens recall the softness and the trimness of earlier lawns. Ghosts of an earlier day will walk there, perhaps, but you can always play through them.