Free Clouds of Witness by Dorothy L. Sayers

motor-bike?"
    "I reckon 'twas. He said he'd had a puncture and asked for a bucket o' watter."
    "Was that all the asking he did?"
    "He asked what were t'name o' t'place and whose house it were."
    "Did you tell him the Duke of Denver was living here?"
    "Aye, sir, and he said he supposed a many gentlemen came up for t'shooting."
    "Did he say where he was going?"
    "He said he'd coom oop fra' Weirdale an' were makin' a trip into Coomberland."
    "How long was he here?"
    "Happen half an hour. An' then he tried to get his machine started, an' I see him hop-hoppitin' away towards King's Fenton."
    She pointed away to the right, where Lord Peter might be seen gesticulating in the middle of the road.
    "What sort of a man was he?"
    Like most people, Mrs. Hardraw was poor at definition.
    She thought he was youngish and tallish, neither dark nor fair, in such a long coat as motor-bicyclists use, with a belt round it.
    "Was he a gentleman?"
    Mrs. Hardraw hesitated, and Mr. Parker mentally classed the stranger as "Not quite quite."
    "You didn't happen to notice the number of the bicycle?"
    Mrs. Hardraw had not. "But it had a side-car," she added.
    Lord Peter's gesticulations were becoming quite violent, and Mr. Parker hastened to rejoin him.
    "Come on, gossiping old thing," said Lord Peter unreasonably.
    "This is a beautiful ditch.
     
    From such a ditch as this,
    When the soft wind did gently kiss the trees
    And they did make no noise, from such a ditch
    Our friend, methinks, mounted the Troyan walls,
    And wiped his soles upon the greasy mud.
    Look at my trousers!"
    "It's a bit of a climb from this side," said Parker.
    "It is. He stood here in the ditch, and put one foot into this place where the paling's broken away and one hand on the top, and hauled himself up. No. 10 must have been a man of exceptional height, strength, and agility. I couldn't get my foot up, let alone reaching the top with my hand. I'm five foot nine. Could you?"
    Parker was six foot, and could just touch the top of the wall with his hand.
    "I could do it-on one of my best days," he said, "with an adequate object, or after adequate stimulant."
    "Just so," said Lord Peter. "Hence we deduce No 10's exceptional height and strength."
    "Yes," said Parker. "It's a bit unfortunate that we had to deduce his exceptional shortness and weakness just now, isn't it?"
    "Oh!" said Peter. "Well-well, as you so rightly say, that is a bit unfortunate."
    "Well, it may clear up presently. He didn't have a confederate to give him a back or a leg, I suppose?"
    "Not unless the confederate was a being without feet or any visible means of support," said Lord Peter, indicating the solitary print of a pair of patched 10s. "By the way, how did he make straight in the dark for the place where the spikes were missing? Looks as though he belonged to the neighbourhood, or had reconnoitred previously."
    "Arising out of that reply," said Parker, "I will now relate to you the entertaining 'gossip' I have had with Mrs. Hardraw."
    "Humph!" said Wimsey at the end of it. "That's interesting. We'd better make inquiries at Riddlesdale and King's Fenton. Meanwhile we know where No. 10 came from; now where did he go after leaving Cathcart's body by the well?"
    "The footsteps went into the preserve," said Parker. "I lost them there. There is a regular carpet of dead leaves and bracken."
    "Well, but we needn't go through all that sleuth grind again," objected his friend. "The fellow went in, and, as he presumably is not there still, he came out again. He didn't come out through the gate or Hardraw would have seen him; he didn't come out the same way he went in or he would have left some traces. Therefore he came out elsewhere. Let's walk round the wall."
    "Then we'll turn to the left," said Parker, "since [missing] the side of the preserve, and he apparently went through there."
    "True O King! and as this isn't a church, there's no harm in going round it widdershins. Talking of church, there's Helen coming back. Get