Chapter VII.—The White PowderAs the crow flies, Larose saw that it would not be much more than half a mile from where he had encountered Sir Parry to the latter's residence, and mindful of the keen anticipation expressed by the knight for the forthcoming draught of Royal Shandy, the detective was a little surprised that he was not now taking the direct way along a path leading across the open meadows.
Instead, however, after walking only a very short distance, Sir Parry turned off at right angles to the path and made for the opening in a long and curving plantation of small larches, that extended almost up to his house.
“I think we'll go this way,” he remarked cheerily, “for although it's a little longer, it's such a pretty walk and I always like, too, to make sure that there are no tres
