"It's a mystery--murder without a doubt," declared the superintendent a few minutes later, while chatting with the doctor. "How long has he been dead, do you think?" "Eight or nine hours," I should say. "Then it was done about dusk, you think?" "Most probably." "He was shot from the front, you notice, not in the back. Therefore, it seems quite evident that some secret meeting took place here before it grew dark. Bear that in mind, Booth, and make every inquiry to find out whether anybody was seen going over the fields." "His lordship and his friends were about the farms a-shootin' all day," the constable replied. "Yes," laughed Eric, "but we didn't shoot with revolvers," at which we all three laughed. I admired my friend for his clever sally, for if anyone actually did see him crossing the turnips there would be no suspicion aroused that he had been witness of any meeting. The police superintendent made a cursory examination of the surroundings by aid of the lantern, but saw nothing that led him to believe that a struggle had taken place; then eager to return and examine those papers I had in my pocket, we both bade the doctor and policeman good-night, and returned across the fields and along the drift skirting the park, scaling the wall, and so reaching the house by a much shorter route than by re-passing the village. "I wonder who was in that thicket," I said, as we walked down the hill, after leaving the scene of the tragedy. "I saw something white, but whether it was a man's shirt-front or a woman's blouse I don't know," Eric replied. "Whoever it was may tell the police of our visit there, and we may find ourselves in a most awkward position. It wouldn't be nice to be charged with trying to defeat the ends of justice, would it?" "No," I said, thinking deeply, and recognising the seriousness of the situation. "But how could we have acted otherwise? If we are to save Tibbie we must accept the risk." "It's terrible--terrible," he murmured. "I wonder who the fellow is?" "Let's get back. Come up to my room, and we'll have a look through what we've found," I said, and then we went on in silence until we managed to reopen the smoking-room window and creep in without attracting the attention of either the dogs or the night-watchman. Eric mixed two stiff glasses of whisky, and we drank them. I confess that my hand trembled with excitement, while before me as I had walked through the night I saw that staring terror-stricken face--the face of the man who had looked into the Unknown and had been appalled. Together we crept up to my room, first taking off our boots, as in order to reach the wing in which I was placed we had to pass Jack's room, and also that of old Lady Scarcliff, who was, I knew, always nervous of burglars. Besides, we had no desire that it should be known that we had been out at that hour--otherwise Sybil might suspect.