CHAPTER II

The superintendent of police, upon whom Sellathwaite walked in at Hathersea a few hours later, looked up from the card which his visitor handed him with manifest curiosity and interest. He knew Sellathwaite well enough by name; in his time Sellathwaite had been connected with a good many remarkable cases, and his fame as an astute and clever detective had spread through the provinces. It was with the air of one who receives a distinguished guest that he waved Sellathwaite to a chair by his desk. “It’s a strange bus…