come down the road and climb in without attracting the attention
of the Greek who was waiting for Mr. Lexman. We may suppose there
is a gate farther along the road, we may suppose that he entered
that gate, came along the field by the side of the hedge and that
somewhere between here and the gate, he threw away his cigar."

"His cigar!" said Mansus in surprise.

"His cigar," repeated T. X., "if he was alone, he would keep his
cigar alight until the very last moment."

"He might have thrown it into the road," said Mansus.

"Don't jibber," said T. X., and led the way along the hedge. From
where they stood they could see the gate which led on to the road
about a hundred yards further on. Within a dozen yards of that
gate, T. X. found what he had been searching for, a half-smoked
cigar. It was sodden with rain and he picked it up tenderly.

"A good cigar, if I am any judge," he said, "cut with a penknife,
and smoked through a holder."

They reached the gate and passed through. Here they were on the
road again and this they followed until they reached another cross
road that to the left inclining southward to the new Eastbourne
Road and that to the westward looking back to the Lewes-Eastbourne
railway. The rain had obliterated much that T. X. was looking
for, but presently he found a faint indication of a car wheel.

"This is where she turned and backed," he said, and walked slowly