`What is it, Sevidge?' I asked. He glanced round to make sure that we were alone. Then he came close. `It's murder, Mr Henderson!' he said in a low voice. `Do you know that young fellow MaidmentRoger Maidment?' `The rent-collector?' I replied. `Yes!' `He's lying there in Hagsdene Wooddead,' he went on. `I found him just now, as I was on my way to Wrenne Park. Been lying there all night from the look of himclothes wet through, and so on.' `What makes you think it's murder?' I asked. `Ah!' he answered. `No doubt of it. There's a wound on his left templebut you'll see for yourself. Andhis pockets are all turned inside out. Murderedand robbed!' `Anybody else know?' I inquired.