On the 14th of June, Inspector Arnold Long left London at five o’clock on a perfect morning, when the sun was shining and every cottager’s garden he passed was ablaze with blue and gold. The roads were empty save for the farmers’ lorries, and he came into Chelmsford before a shop was open, and only the labourers on their way to the fields to speculate upon his haste.
He had passed through a little village and was speeding down a straight road that ran between green fields when he passed a man sitting on the top of a field gate. In that instant he recognized the idler, and, jamming on his brakes, went at reverse and ran back to where he had seen the man.