'I had heard that,' Lorna said. 'Do you remember seeing Mr Findhorn on the Herefordshire Beacon?'
'Mr Findhorn?' Temple looked confused for a moment and then nodded. 'That's a terrible business.' He shook his head and slumped on one of the two chairs. 'What a shocking way to die.' He looked up. 'Why are you asking such things? Did you know the poor chap?'
'Her Ladyship has asked me to find out what I can,' Lorna said. 'Miss Smith here is assisting me.'
'Oh, I see,' Temple gave a faint smile. 'Her Ladyship must be obeyed.' He sat back down and glanced at his book, evidently anxious to lose himself within the pages.
'Quite,' Lorna agreed.
'Have you noticed anything suspicious in your perambulations?' Lorna asked, 'I saw you in the vicinity of the Alfreck Well: did you happen to be there
