When they had deposited the body in the library, Grayne turned to Fisher and said, in a voice that had recovered its fullness and confidence, “I am going to lock myself in and make a thorough examination first.  I look to you to keep in touch with the others and make a preliminary examination of Boyle.  I will talk to him later.  And just telephone to headquarters for a policeman, and let him come here at once and stand by till I want him.”

Without more words the great criminal investigator went into the lighted library, shutting the door behind him, and Fisher, without replying, turned and began to talk quietly to Travers.  “It is curious,” he said, “that the thing should happen just in front of that place.”

“It would certainly be very curious,” replied Travers, “if the place played any part in it.”

“I think,” replied Fisher, “that the part it didn’t play is more curious still.”

And with these apparently meaningless words he turned to the shaken Boyle and, taking his arm, began to walk him up and down in the moonlight, talking in low tones.

Dawn had begun to break abrupt and white when Cuthbert Grayne turned out the lights in the library and came out on to the links.  Fisher was lounging about alone, in his listless fashion; but the police messenger for whom he had sent was standing at attention in the background.

“I sent Boyle off with Travers,” observed Fisher, carelessly; “he’ll look after him, and he’d better have some sleep, anyhow.”

“Did you get anything out of him?” asked Grayne.  “Did he tell you what he and Hastings were doing?”

“Yes,” answered Fisher, “he gave me a pretty clear account, after all.  He said that after Lady Hastings went off in the car the general asked him to take coffee with him in the library and look up a point about local antiquities.  He himself was beginning to look for Budge’s book in one of the revolving bookstands when the general found it in one of the bookshelves on the wall.  After looking at some of the plates they went out, it would seem, rather abruptly, on to the links, and walked toward the old well; and while Boyle was looking into it he heard a thud behind him, and turned round to find the general lying as we found him.  He himself dropped on his knees to examine the body, and then was paralyzed with a sort of terror and could not come nearer to it or touch it.  But I think very little of that; people caught in a real shock of surprise are sometimes found in the queerest postures.”

Grayne wore a grim smile of attention, and said, after a short silence: 

“Well, he hasn’t told you many lies.  It’s really a creditably clear and consistent account of what happened, with everything of importance left out.”

“Have you discovered anything in there?” asked Fisher.

“I have discovered everything,” answered Grayne.

Fisher maintained a somewhat gloomy silence, as the other resumed his explanation in quiet and assured tones.