Chapter 23: XXIII

XXIII On the way back, I proposed to Griselda that we should make a detour and go round by the barrow. I was anxious to see if the police were at work and if so, what they found. Griselda, however, had things to do at home, so I was left to make the expedition on my own. I found Constable Hurst in charge of operations. “No sign so far, sir,” he reported. “And yet it stands to reason that this is the only place for a cache.” His use of the word cache puzzled me for a moment, as he pro…