"
"I sent up to London asking that inquiries should be made at the
restaurant in Bayswater, but up to the present I have received no
report."
"I have chatted with Olinto. His wife has mysteriously disappeared, but
he is in ignorance that she is dead."
"You did not tell him anything?"
"Nothing."
"Ah, you did well. There is widespread conspiracy here, depend upon it,
Mr. Gregg. It will be an interesting case when we get to the bottom of
it all. I only wish this fellow Chater would tell us the reason he
called upon Leithcourt."
"What does he say?"
"Merely that he has no wish to prosecute, and that he has no statement
to make."
"Can't you compel him to say something?" I asked.
"No, I can't. That's the infernal difficulty of it. If he don't choose
to speak, then we must still remain in ignorance, although I feel
confident that he knows something of the strange affair up in the wood."
And although I was silent, I shared the Scotch detective's belief.
The afternoon was chill and wet as I climbed the hill to Greenlaw.
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