12 The Dead End‘It’s no good hanging about the maze any longer.’ Biddy spoke helplessly. ‘He can’t be here.’
She and Isopel were standing in the entrance to the yew puzzle. Mr Campion had dashed down to interview the police trap on the far side of the Stroud. Giles was still searching every corner of the maze with dogged obstinacy, and Marlowe was scouring the grounds. Mr Barber, a stolid expression of surprise upon his face, was seated bolt upright in a deck chair upon the lawn, his leather case upon his knee, considerably bewildered by the whole affair. Addlepate, as upon all other occasions when he might conceivably have been useful, had entirely disappeared.
Isopel had grown very pale. She looked more like her brother than ever. Her features seemed to have become sharper and her eyes
