âWhat is it, Sevidge?â I asked. He glanced round to make sure that we were alone. Then he came close. âItâs murder, Mr Henderson!â he said in a low voice. âDo you know that young fellow MaidmentâRoger Maidment?â âThe rent-collector?â I replied. âYes!â âHeâs lying there in Hagsdene Woodâdead,â he went on. âI found him just now, as I was on my way to Wrenne Park. Been lying there all night from the look of himâclothes wet through, and so on.â âWhat makes you think itâs murder?â I asked. âAh!â he answered. âNo doubt of it. Thereâs a wound on his left templeâbut youâll see for yourself. Andâhis pockets are all turned inside out. Murderedâand robbed!â âAnybody else know?â I inquired.