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"Have a bit of something now?" she said suddenly.

"Oh, no, I couldn’t eat anything," he said hastily. "I don’t feel as if I could ever eat anything any more."

"That’ll only make you ill." Mrs. Bunting spoke rather crossly, for she was a sensible woman. And to please her he took a bite out of the slice of bread-and-butter she had cut for him.

"I expect you’re right," he said. "And I’ve a goodish heavy day in front of me. Been up since four, too——"

"Four?" she said. "Was it then they found——" she hesitated a moment, and then said, "it?"

He nodded. "It was just a chance I was near by. If I’d been half a minute sooner either I or the officer who found her must have knocked up against that—that monster. But two or three people do think they saw him slinking away."

​"What was he like?" she asked curiously.

"Well, that’s hard to answer. You see, there was such an awful fog. But there’s one thing they all agree about. He was carrying a bag——"

"A bag?" repeated Mrs. Bunting, in a low voice. "Whatever sort of bag might it have been, Joe?"