Tony Walker

And if someone else had murdered him, why hadn't she mentioned it?

Anyway, she hadn't, and she'd gone.

So one couldn't do anything for the time being.

No telephone, of course.

I just locked up the garage and went to bed.

That was two o'clock.

The next morning I woke early for some reason or other, and it occurred to me as a good idea to go and have a look at things by daylight and before Mrs. Selston turned up, so I did.

The first thing that struck me was that it had snowed heavily during the night because there were no wheel tracks or footprints, and the second was that I'd left the key in the garage door.

I opened it and went in.

The place was completely empty.

No car, no body.

No, nothing.

There was a patch of grease on the floor where I dropped a candle.

Otherwise, there was nothing to show I'd been there before.

One of two things must have happened.

Either some people had come along during the night and taken the car away, or else I'd fallen asleep in front of the fire and dreamt the whole thing.

Then I remembered the whiskey glasses.

They should still be in the sitting room.

I went back to look, and they were, all three of them.

So it hadn't been a dream, and the car had been fetched away, but they must have been jolly quiet over it.