CHAPTER 7By degrees the tension eased. What a relief it was at any rate to know who had done it.
“Brink, you’re a wonder!” said Jim Lockran.
The sergeant took out the cigar Sir Angus had given him, and bit off the end. “Oh, there was no hocus-pocus in it,” he said deprecatingly. “A bit confusing, that was all, there was such a mess of tracks at the door of Miss Agatha’s tent… She and Jim to begin with. If they had come upon Darrow prying into the tent either one of them might have struck him down in anger. Then Sir Angus had apparently followed Luke Darrow there. And lastly there were the tracks of a pair of bare feet. You must bear in mind that I couldn’t follow any of these tracks through because they were all mixed up with each other.”
“I knew the bare feet belonged to one of the bre
