And yet, how did the knowledge,
that he was not altogether what he seemed, leak out? It was a puzzle to
which, as yet, Cleek could find no answer.
Mr. Narkom greeted Cleek enthusiastically when he joined him.
"I'm off on a tour of investigation in a few minutes," he announced.
"Petrie and Hammond arrived last night, as you know, and are putting up
at the village inn. I'm meeting them at the edge of the Fens at ten
o'clock. Then we're going to have a good look to see if we can find the
bodies of the two men who have vanished. You coming along?"
Cleek nodded, and the queer little one-sided smile travelled up his
cheek.
"Certainly, my dear Lake. I'd be delighted. Sir Nigel, of course, has
other business to attend to. It's ten minutes to ten now. If you're going
you'd better step lively. Ah," as Dollops's figure appeared in the
doorway, "if you'll excuse me, Sir Nigel, I'll just have a word or two
with my man." His voice dropped several tones as he addressed the boy and
they moved away together. "Mr. Lake and I are going out for a walk across
the Fens.
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