and wanted to give her a chance, you know . . . "



CHAPTER XI

THE PROBLEM


When he had finished his breakfast, and after he had had the wash
of which he certainly stood in considerable need, Dunn made his
way to the garage and there occupied himself cleaning the car.
He noticed that the mud with which it was liberally covered was of
a light sandy sort, and he discovered on one of the tyres a small
shell.

Apparently, therefore, last night's wild journey had been to the
coast, and it was a natural inference that the sea had provided a
secure hiding-place for the packing-case and its dreadful contents.

But then that meant that there was no evidence left on which he
could take action.

As he busied himself with his task, he tried to think out as clearly
as he could the position in which he found himself and to decide
what he ought to do next.

To his quick and hasty nature the swiftest action was always the
most congenial, and had he followed his instinct, he would have lost
no time in denouncing Deede Dawson. But his cooler thoughts told