"Come at once uncle harrington murdered last night bring good detective if you can but do come—Zoe."
"Then, as yet you know no details?"
"No, I suppose it will be in the evening papers. Without doubt the police are in charge."
It was about three o'clock when we arrived at the little station of Elmer's Dale. From there a five-mile drive brought us to a small grey stone building in the midst of the rugged moors.
"A lonely place," I observed with a shiver.
Havering nodded.
"I shall try and get rid of it. I could never live here again."
We unlatched the gate and were walking up the narrow path to the oak door when a familiar figure emerged and came to meet us.
"Japp!" I ejaculated.
The Scotland Yard inspector grinned at me in a friendly fashion before addressing my companion.
"Mr. Havering, I think? I've been sent down from London to take charge of this case, and I'd like a word with you, if I may, sir."
"My wife———"
"I've seen your good lady, sir—and the house-
