CHAPTER III

The two men walked away from the quiet house in silence, and the silence continued until they came abreast of the one hotel which Hathersea boasted. There Sellathwaite paused, pulling out his watch. “I want some lunch,” he remarked in matter-of-fact tones. “I’ve had nothing since breakfast at York this morning, and that was before 8 o’clock. Come in and have some lunch, superintendent, and we’ll talk. There’s plenty to talk about.” He waited then until he and his guest were seated facing each other at a small table…