Their legs and arms were bound tightly so that there was no chance of their escaping.
The man whom Samala had stabbed was undoubtedly dead and the other one was frightened to the point where to save his own skin he was only too ready to talk and explain that he was only carrying out the instructions of the gentleman who had paid him.
The ten guineas they had each been paid were in their pockets and, not only the position of the house, but also a rough map of how they could reach the ride in the wood from the stage coach on which they had travelled, was drawn on a crumpled dirty piece of paper.
The instructions were in Edmund’s handwriting and there was really no need for the prisoner to give a quite easily recognisable description of him.
When the Chief Constable returned to the house
