Tom spoke with an effort. “On a Saturday,” he replied hoarsely, “on a Saturday morning before the Monday Bank Holiday.”
Larose nodded. “Well, as I say, he got there all right, and it appears he must have become quite friendly with that poultry-farmer, for he stayed in the house with him for some days. The grocer remembers more bread was taken by the man that week. Another thing again, all those sketches your brother made in that exercise book were not done in a few minutes, and that also suggests he was staying in the house for quite a little time. Ah, while I remember it, one of those sketches turns out to be that of the poultry-farmer himself. Both the grocer and the Manningtree estate agent say it is exactly like him, and I recognized it at once as that of the man I’m suspicious about
