stroll after dinner every evening.When the police rang up-at some time aftereleven-it was ascertained that he had not returned.Since his stroll usuallyfollowed the same course，it was not long before a search-party discoveredhis body.Death was due to a crashing blow with some heavy instrument on theback of the head.An open A B C had been placed face downwards on the deadbody. We arrived at Combeside (as the house was called)at about eight o'clock.
The door was opened by an elderly butler whose shaking hands anddisturbed face showed how much the tragedy had affected him. "Good morning，Deveril，"said the police officer. "Good morning，Mr Wells." "These are the gentlemen from London，Deveril." "This way，gentlemen."He ushered us into a long dinning-room wherebreakfast was laid."I'll get Mr Franklin." A minute or two later a big fair-haired man with a sunburnt face enteredthe room.
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