But that was not his only find. A small bicycle pump was lying close near, and to it was lightly adhering a little wad of soiled and well-folded newspaper. The newspaper had evidently been used to wedge the pump more tightly in its clip. Looking round carefully, he saw there was nothing more to interest him and, disappointed that the initials on the handkerchief were not the same as those on the cigarette case, he pocketed his finds and returned to the pathway in the Hilary wood.
Turning into the glade, and with the cottage in sight, he saw the constable and Colonel Hilary had now been joined by another man and, as he approached nearer, he was at once of opinion that the newcomer was the owner of the bicycle he was riding. He was a fine athletic young fellow, and eyeing him furiously.
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