“What should we see?” asked the Colonel, staring.
“You’d see nothing at all,” replied the young man.
“What on earth do you mean?”
“I mean,” replied Pierce, “that you’d find Mr. White talking to somebody who didn’t seem to be there.”
Hilary Pierce, fired by his detective fever, made a good many more inquiries about the Rev. Wilding White, both of his two old friends and elsewhere.
One long legal conversation with Owen Hood did indeed put him in possession of the legal outline of certain matters, which might be said to throw a light on some parts of the strange letter, and which might in time even be made to throw a light on the rest. White was the vicar of a parish lying deep in the western parts of Somersetshire, where the principal landowner was a certain Lord Arlington. And in this
