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chapter 15 of the mystery of the downs by john watson and arthur j reese this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by tony oliva chapter 15. good morning sergeant good morning miss maynard what can i do for you it was seldom that sergeant westaway was so obliging as to make a voluntary offer of his services but then it was still more seldom that a young lady of miss maynard's social standing came to seek his advice or assistance at the police station as the daughter of a well-to-do lady miss maynard was entitled to official respect the sergeant had known miss maynard since her mother had first come to live at ashlane sea 15 years ago he had seen her grow up from a little girl to a young lady but the years had increased the gulf between them as a schoolgirl home from her holidays it was within the sergeant's official privilege to exchange a word or two when saluting her in the street her development into long dresses made anything more than a bare salutation saver of familiarity and the sergeant knew his place too well to be guilty of familiarity with those above him with scrupulous care he had always uttered the name miss maynard when saluting her in those days so that she might recognize that he was one of the first to admit the claims of adolescence to the honors of maturity then came a time with the further lapse of years when she reached the threshold of womanhood and to utter her name in salutation would have savored of familiarity so the salute became a silent one as indicative of sergeant westaway's recognition that his voice could not carry across the increased gulf between them i have something very important to tell you said miss maynard in reply to his intimation that the full extent of his official powers were at her disposal ah the sergeant realized that a matter of great personal importance to miss maynard might readily prove to be of minor consequence to him when viewed through official glasses but there was no hint of this in the combination of politeness and obsequiousness with which he opened the door leading from the main room of the little police station to his private room behind it he placed a chair for her at the office table and then went round to his own chair and stood beside it there was a pause due to the desire to be helped with questions but sergeant westaway's social sense was greater than his sense of official importance and he waited for her to begin it is about the cliff farm murder she said in a low voice oh was an exclamation in which astonishment and anticipation of official delight were blended and do you do you know anything about it he asked i am not sure what you will think of my story whether there is any clue in it i must leave that for you to judge but i feel that i ought to tell you all that i do know quite right said the sergeant his official manner rising like a tide was submerging his social sense of inequality there is nothing like telling the police the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth it is always the best way his social sense made a last manifestation before it threw up its arms and sank not that i suppose for one moment miss maynard that you had anything to do with it that is to say that you actually participated in the crime he looked at her inquiringly and she shook her head smiling sadly as she did so but there is no reason why after all you might not know who did it said the sergeant in a coaxing voice which represented an appeal to her to do her best to justify his high hopes in some respects it is a mysterious crime and although the police have their suspicions and very strong suspicions too they are always glad to get reliable information especially when it supports...