The Womans Way

That night, Inspector Brown confided his disappointment in the ways of

Scotland Yard to the wife of his bosom. He was a conscientious man; and

it seemed to him that, in the face of Mr. Jacobs' obvious incapacity, it

behoved him, Mr. Brown, to follow the case with renewed energy. So far

as the worthy Inspector could see, Mr. Jacobs was doing absolutely

nothing, save eat his meals, smoke his cigar, and stroll about the

grounds and admire the scenery. Therefore, the Inspector enjoined his

men to keep a careful watch; and he himself, when not in Mr. Jacobs'

company, patrolled the woods and, following the clue Lord Heyton had

offered him, had visited the gipsy encampment and examined the members

of the tribe. He came upon nothing to rouse his suspicions of them;

indeed, he hit upon no clue whatever; but he still kept up a kind of

patrol and scrutinised every person who approached the Hall.

If Mr. Jacobs was aware of the Inspector's renewed vigilance, he made no

remark; and whenever they were together, and the Inspector wanted to

talk of the case, Mr. Jacobs politely and quite inoffensively--in fact,

he always listened most respectfully--led the conversation away from the

subject. Once or twice, the Inspector was absolutely on the point of

asking the famous detective why on earth he was lingering at the Hall;

but his courage always failed him; for, notwithstanding the detective's

boyish face and innocent-looking eyes, there was something about him

which inspired a kind of respect in Inspector Brown.

After that momentary glimpse of intelligence, and his interview with his

son, the Marquess had relapsed into unconsciousness; but the doctor, in

answer to Celia's anxious inquiries, had told her that there was a

chance, just a chance, of life.

As the great house settled into its nightly silence, Derrick's train was

speeding on its way. He had got through Donna Elvira's business

satisfactorily, and, moreover, following Reggie's instructions, obtained

his special licence; therefore, his heart was light as he sat and smoked

while the express tore through the silence of the night. He reached

Thexford at ten o'clock in the morning, and went straight to the inn.

Reggie, he was told, was out; and Derrick made a good breakfast and,

naturally enough, was drawn towards the wood. It was a hundred to one

chance that Celia should be there; but he decided to take the odds. The

morning was hot; it was not at all unlikely that, puzzled and perhaps

alarmed by his absence, she might go to the wood. On his way, it was

also natural that he should recall his sight of Heyton on the preceding

morning; and, having recalled that, it was also a corollary that he

should remember Heyton's mysterious proceedings.