CHAPTER TWELVE“Nothing like trying it out on the dog,” was Macdonald’s remark to himself when he left Charles Garth. “Taking the two of them, Marion and Charles, I’d say Marion was the better man. Moreover, if she’d made up her mind to a certain course, she’d follow it out. Now where was I going to pick up the corn miller’s man?”
Macdonald was lucky in this matter. After only one inquiry, made of a farmer who gave the stranger a prolonged stare, the Chief Inspector found a blue Austin car waiting outside a farm at Wrafton, and shortly saw a grizzled, rather worried looking little man coming out to the car.
“Are you Bowden’s representative, Mr. Toller?” inquired Macdonald.
“Yes, sir, that’s right,” was the reply.
Macdonald was amused to note that this was the first “sir” which had come
