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"That's curious," I heard him remark, as he ran his eye hastily
over the first page of the morning paper, "but I rather expected
something of the sort. Read that in the first column, Tom."
The story that he indicated had all the marks of having been
dropped into place at the last moment as the city edition went to
press in the small hours of the night.
It was headed:
GIRL'S BODY FOUND IN THICKET
The despatch was from a little town in New Jersey, and, when I saw
the date line, it at once suggested to me, as it had to Guy, that
this was in the vicinity that must have been traversed in order to
reach the point from which had come the report of the bloody car
that had seemed to tally with the description of that which
Warrington had lost. It read:
"Hidden in the underbrush, not ten feet from one of the most
travelled automobile roads in this section of the state, the body
of a murdered girl was discovered late yesterday afternoon by a
gang of Italian labourers employed on an estate nearby.


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