"Thank you, Mr. Beverley."

The next witness was summoned by the name of Andrew Amos, and
Antony looked up with interest, wondering who he was.

"He lives at the inner lodge," whispered Bill to him.

All that Amos had to say was that a stranger had passed by his
lodge at a little before three that afternoon, and had spoken to
him. He had seen the body and recognized it as the man.

"What did he say?"

"'Is this right for the Red House?' or something like that, sir."

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'This is the Red House. Who do you want to see?' He
was a bit rough-looking, you know, sir, and I didn't know what he
was doing there."

"Well?"

"Well, sir, he said, 'Is Mister Mark Ablett at home?' It doesn't
sound much put like that, sir, but I didn't care about the way he
said it. So I got in front of him like, and said, 'What do you
want, eh?' and he gave a sort of chuckle and said, 'I want to see
my dear brother Mark.' Well, then I took a closer look at him,
and I see that p'raps he might be his brother, so I said, 'If