that was Mr. Maynard who got out as you got in. He seemed to be in a big hurry. I said good night as he went past, but he said nothing. He had a big parcel in his arms, almost as much as he could carry."
"You are sure it was Mr. Lawrence's brother?"
"It was him right enough. My cousin's his coachman—I ought to know him."
"You say he came down three minutes ago?"
"Not three minutes ago, I said."
Then, in that case, he must have been with his brother some time after my visitor had come to me. The knowledge occasioned me distinct relief.
Turner continued:
"He went up about an hour ago: perhaps a little more. He'd got no parcel then. I stared when I saw he'd got one when he came back. I shouldn't have thought he was the kind to carry a parcel, and especially such a one. I'd have called him a cab if he'd given me a chance, but I was just starting with Mr. Maynard, and he was off like a shot. Shall I wait for you, sir? The first door round the corner is Mrs. Peddar's."
I told him not to wait, feeling conscious that it might take me some time to explain to Mrs. Peddar what I desired of her. The lady must have been a light sleeper. Hardly had I saluted
