Aurora Floyd

Mr. William Dork, the constable, reached Doncaster at about a quarter-past oneo'clock upon the morning after the murder, and drove straight to the Reindeer.That hotel had been closed for a couple of hours, and it was only by the exercise ofhis authority that Mr. Dork obtained access, and a hearing from the sleepy landlord.The young man who had driven Mr. Prodder was found after considerable difficulty,and came stumbling down the servants' staircase in a semi-somnolent state toanswer...
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Mr. William Dork, the constable, reached Doncaster at about a quarter-past oneo'clock upon the morning after the murder, and drove straight to the Reindeer.That hotel had been closed for a couple of hours, and it was only by the exercise ofhis authority that Mr. Dork obtained access, and a hearing from the sleepy landlord.The young man who had driven Mr. Prodder was found after considerable difficulty,and came stumbling down the servants' staircase in a semi-somnolent state toanswer the constable's inquiries. He had driven the seafaring gentleman, whosename he did not know, direct to the Doncaster station, in time to catch the mailtrain, which started at 12.50. He had parted with the gentleman at the door of thestation three minutes before the train started.This was all the information that Mr. Dork could obtain. If he had been a sharpLondon detective, he might have made his arrangements for laying hands upon thefugitive sailor at the first station at which the train stopped; but being merely asimple rural functionary, he scratched his stubbled head, and stared at the landlordof the Reindeer in utter mental bewilderment."He was in a devil of a hurry, this chap," he muttered rather sulkily. "What did hewant to coot away for?"