The Rector was a kind and well-meaning man, but he was a fussy little chap, and just loved to have a finger in every pie. So now he swelled with the importance of his news and could not help but be gratified at the sensation he was causing. Jean felt horror-struck and looked it; her husband, faced with the first critical moment, had paled and was breathing a little quickly, and Larose looked very grave. The last spoke first and asked, “Who found it out?”
“I did,” nodded the Rector impressively, “at exactly twenty-two minutes past seven. The sports and tea were over and, just before starting to come home, some of us were strolling round the Broad, four of the lady members of our committee, Mr. Noggins, my curate, and I. We came to Mr. Mason's bungalow, and my little fox-terrier, Gipsy, ran
