The discovery of Mark was all that mattered immediately.
Dragging the pond might not help towards this, but it would
certainly give the impression in court to-morrow that Inspector
Birch was handling the case with zeal. And if only the revolver
with which the deed was done was brought to the surface, his
trouble would be well repaid. "Inspector Birch produces the
weapon" would make an excellent headline in the local paper.
He was feeling well-satisfied with himself, therefore, as he
walked to the pond, where his men were waiting for him, and quite
in the mood for a little pleasant talk with Mr. Gillingham and
his friend, Mr. Beverley. He gave them a cheerful "Good
afternoon," and added with a smile, "Coming to help us?"
"You don't really want us," said Antony, smiling back at him.
"You can come if you like."
Antony gave a little shudder.
"You can tell me afterwards what you find," he said. "By the
way," he added, "I hope the landlord at 'the George' gave me a
good character?"
The Inspector looked at him quickly.
"Now how on earth do you know anything about that?"
Antony bowed to him gravely.
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