“That's it," said Tuppence excitedly. “Stavansson knew Malingdon was in Surrey, So he hardly looked at the word beginning with ‘S’ after Malingdon."
“To-morrow," said Tommy, “we'll have a look at Malingdon, Sussex."
Malingdon, Sussex, was a very different proposition from its Surrey namesake. It was four miles from a railway station, possessed two public houses, two small shops, a post and telegraph office combined with a sweet and picture-postcard business, and about seven small cottages. Tuppence took on the shops whilst Tommy betook himself to the c**k and Sparrow. They met half-an-hour later.
“Well?” said Tuppence.
“Quite good beer," said Tommy; “but no information."
“You'd better try the King's Head," said Tuppence. “I'm going back to the post office. There's a sour old woman th
