"Haveacigarette,Mr。McFarlane,"saidhe,pushinghiscaseacross。
"IamsurethatwithyoursymptomsmyfriendDr。Watsonherewouldprescribeasedative。Theweatherhasbeensoverywarmtheselastfewdays。Now,ifyoufeelalittlemorecomposed,Ishouldbegladifyouwouldsitdowninthatchairandtellusveryslowlyandquietlywhoyouareandwhatitisthatyouwant。YoumentionedyournameasifIshouldrecogniseit,butIassureyouthat,beyondtheobviousfactsthatyouareabachelor,asolicitor,aFreemason,andanasthmatic,Iknownothingwhateveraboutyou。"
FamiliarasIwaswithmyfriend’smethods,itwasnotdifficultformetofollowhisdeductions,andtoobservetheuntidinessofattire,thesheafoflegalpapers,thewatch—charm,andthebreathingwhichhadpromptedthem。Ourclient,however,staredinamazement。
"Yes,Iamallthat,Mr。Holmes,andinadditionIamthemostunfortunatemanatthismomentinLondon。ForHeaven’ssakedon’tabandonme,Mr。Holmes!IftheycometoarrestmebeforeIhavefinishedmystory,makethemgivemetimesothatImaytellyouthewholetruth。IcouldgotogaolhappyifIknewthatyouwereworkingformeoutside。"
"Arrestyou!"saidHolmes。"Thisisreallymostgrati——mostinteresting。Onwhatchargedoyouexpecttobearrested?"
"UponthechargeofmurderingMr。JonasOldacre,ofLowerNorwood。"
Mycompanion’sexpressivefaceshowedasympathywhichwasnot,Iamafraid,entirelyunmixedwithsatisfaction。
"Dearme,"saidhe;"itwasonlythismomentatbreakfastthatIwassayingtomyfriend,Dr。Watson,thatsensationalcaseshaddisappearedoutofourpapers。"
OurvisitorstretchedforwardaquiveringhandandpickeduptheDAILYTELEGRAPH,whichstilllayuponHolmes’sknee。
"Ifyouhadlookedatit,sir,youwouldhaveseenataglancewhattheerrandisonwhichIhavecometoyouthismorning。
Ifeelasifmynameandmymisfortunemustbeineveryman’smouth。"Heturneditovertoexposethecentralpage。"Hereitis,andwithyourpermissionIwillreadittoyou。Listentothis,Mr。Holmes。Thehead—linesare:`MysteriousAffairatLowerNorwood。DisappearanceofaWell—knownBuilder。SuspicionofMurderandArson。ACluetotheCriminal。’Thatisthecluewhichtheyarealreadyfollowing,Mr。Holmes,andIknowthatitleadsinfalliblytome。IhavebeenfollowedfromLondonBridgeStation,andIamsurethattheyareonlywaitingforthewarranttoarrestme。Itwillbreakmymother’sheart——itwillbreakherheart!"Hewrunghishandsinanagonyofapprehension,andswayedbackwardsandforwardsinhischair。
Ilookedwithinterestuponthisman,whowasaccusedofbeingtheperpetratorofacrimeofviolence。Hewasflaxen—hairedandhandsomeinawashed—outnegativefashion,withfrightenedblueeyesandaclean—shavenface,withaweak,sensitivemouth。
Hisagemayhavebeenabouttwenty—seven;hisdressandbearingthatofagentleman。Fromthepocketofhislightsummerovercoatprotrudedthebundleofendorsedpaperswhichproclaimedhisprofession。
"Wemustusewhattimewehave,"saidHolmes。"Watson,wouldyouhavethekindnesstotakethepaperandtoreadmetheparagraphinquestion?"
Underneaththevigoroushead—lineswhichourclienthadquotedIreadthefollowingsuggestivenarrative:———
Latelastnight,orearlythismorning,anincidentoccurredatLowerNorwoodwhichpoints,itisfeared,toaseriouscrime。
Mr。JonasOldacreisawell—knownresidentofthatsuburb,wherehehascarriedonhisbusinessasabuilderformanyyears。
Mr。Oldacreisabachelor,fifty—twoyearsofage,andlivesinDeepDeneHouse,attheSydenhamendoftheroadofthatname。
Hehashadthereputationofbeingamanofeccentrichabits,secretiveandretiring。Forsomeyearshehaspracticallywithdrawnfromthebusiness,inwhichheissaidtohaveamassedconsiderablewealth。Asmalltimber—yardstillexists,however,atthebackofthehouse,andlastnight,abouttwelveo’clock,analarmwasgiventhatoneofthestackswasonfire。Theenginesweresoonuponthespot,butthedrywoodburnedwithgreatfury,anditwasimpossibletoarresttheconflagrationuntilthestackhadbeenentirelyconsumed。Uptothispointtheincidentboretheappearanceofanordinaryaccident,butfreshindicationsseemtopointtoseriouscrime。Surprisewasexpressedattheabsenceofthemasteroftheestablishmentfromthesceneofthefire,andaninquiryfollowed,whichshowedthathehaddisappearedfromthehouse。Anexaminationofhisroomrevealedthatthebedhadnotbeensleptin,thatasafewhichstoodinitwasopen,thatanumberofimportantpaperswerescatteredabouttheroom,and,finally,thatthereweresignsofamurderousstruggle,slighttracesofbloodbeingfoundwithintheroom,andanoakenwalking—stick,whichalsoshowedstainsofblooduponthehandle。ItisknownthatMr。
JonasOldacrehadreceivedalatevisitorinhisbedroomuponthatnight,andthestickfoundhasbeenidentifiedasthepropertyofthisperson,whoisayoungLondonsolicitornamedJohnHectorMcFarlane,juniorpartnerofGrahamandMcFarlane,of426,GreshamBuildings,E。C。Thepolicebelievethattheyhaveevidenceintheirpossessionwhichsuppliesaveryconvincingmotiveforthecrime,andaltogetheritcannotbedoubtedthatsensationaldevelopmentswillfollow。
LATER。——ItisrumouredaswegotopressthatMr。JohnHectorMcFarlanehasactuallybeenarrestedonthechargeofthemurderofMr。JonasOldacre。Itisatleastcertainthatawarranthasbeenissued。TherehavebeenfurtherandsinisterdevelopmentsintheinvestigationatNorwood。BesidesthesignsofastruggleintheroomoftheunfortunatebuilderitisnowknownthattheFrenchwindowsofhisbedroom(whichisonthegroundfloor)werefoundtobeopen,thatthereweremarksasifsomebulkyobjecthadbeendraggedacrosstothewood—pile,and,finally,itisassertedthatcharredremainshavebeenfoundamongthecharcoalashesofthefire。Thepolicetheoryisthatamostsensationalcrimehasbeencommitted,thatthevictimwasclubbedtodeathinhisownbedroom,hispapersrifled,andhisdeadbodydraggedacrosstothewood—stack,whichwasthenignitedsoastohidealltracesofthecrime。TheconductofthecriminalinvestigationhasbeenleftintheexperiencedhandsofInspectorLestrade,ofScotlandYard,whoisfollowinguptheclueswithhisaccustomedenergyandsagacity。
SherlockHolmeslistenedwithclosedeyesandfinger—tipstogethertothisremarkableaccount。
"Thecasehascertainlysomepointsofinterest,"saidhe,inhislanguidfashion。"MayIask,inthefirstplace,Mr。McFarlane,howitisthatyouarestillatliberty,sincethereappearstobeenoughevidencetojustifyyourarrest?"
"IliveatTorringtonLodge,Blackheath,withmyparents,Mr。Holmes;butlastnight,havingtodobusinessverylatewithMr。JonasOldacre,IstayedatanhotelinNorwood,andcametomybusinessfromthere。IknewnothingofthisaffairuntilIwasinthetrain,whenIreadwhatyouhavejustheard。
Iatoncesawthehorribledangerofmyposition,andIhurriedtoputthecaseintoyourhands。IhavenodoubtthatIshouldhavebeenarrestedeitheratmyCityofficeoratmyhome。
AmanfollowedmefromLondonBridgeStation,andIhavenodoubt———GreatHeaven,whatisthat?"
Itwasaclangofthebell,followedinstantlybyheavystepsuponthestair。AmomentlaterouroldfriendLestradeappearedinthedoorway。OverhisshoulderIcaughtaglimpseofoneortwouniformedpolicemenoutside。
"Mr。JohnHectorMcFarlane?"saidLestrade。
Ourunfortunateclientrosewithaghastlyface。
"IarrestyouforthewilfulmurderofMr。JonasOldacre,ofLowerNorwood。"
McFarlaneturnedtouswithagestureofdespair,andsankintohischaironcemorelikeonewhoiscrushed。
"Onemoment,Lestrade,"saidHolmes。"Halfanhourmoreorlesscanmakenodifferencetoyou,andthegentlemanwasabouttogiveusanaccountofthisveryinterestingaffair,whichmightaidusinclearingitup。"
"Ithinktherewillbenodifficultyinclearingitup,"
saidLestrade,grimly。
"Nonetheless,withyourpermission,Ishouldbemuchinterestedtohearhisaccount。"
"Well,Mr。Holmes,itisdifficultformetorefuseyouanything,foryouhavebeenofusetotheforceonceortwiceinthepast,andweoweyouagoodturnatScotlandYard,"saidLestrade。
"AtthesametimeImustremainwithmyprisoner,andIamboundtowarnhimthatanythinghemaysaywillappearinevidenceagainsthim。"
"Iwishnothingbetter,"saidourclient。"AllIaskisthatyoushouldhearandrecognisetheabsolutetruth。"
Lestradelookedathiswatch。"I’llgiveyouhalfanhour,"
saidhe。
"Imustexplainfirst,"saidMcFarlane,"thatIknewnothingofMr。JonasOldacre。Hisnamewasfamiliartome,formanyyearsagomyparentswereacquaintedwithhim,buttheydriftedapart。
Iwasverymuchsurprised,therefore,whenyesterday,aboutthreeo’clockintheafternoon,hewalkedintomyofficeintheCity。ButIwasstillmoreastonishedwhenhetoldmetheobjectofhisvisit。Hehadinhishandseveralsheetsofanote—book,coveredwithscribbledwriting——heretheyare——andhelaidthemonmytable。
"`Hereismywill,’saidhe。`Iwantyou,Mr。McFarlane,tocastitintoproperlegalshape。Iwillsitherewhileyoudoso。’
"Isetmyselftocopyit,andyoucanimaginemyastonishmentwhenIfoundthat,withsomereservations,hehadleftallhispropertytome。Hewasastrangelittle,ferret—likeman,withwhiteeyelashes,andwhenIlookedupathimIfoundhiskeengreyeyesfixeduponmewithanamusedexpression。IcouldhardlybelievemyownsensesasIreadthetermsofthewill;
butheexplainedthathewasabachelorwithhardlyanylivingrelation,thathehadknownmyparentsinhisyouth,andthathehadalwaysheardofmeasaverydeservingyoungman,andwasassuredthathismoneywouldbeinworthyhands。Ofcourse,Icouldonlystammeroutmythanks。Thewillwasdulyfinished,signed,andwitnessedbymyclerk。Thisisitonthebluepaper,andtheseslips,asIhaveexplained,aretheroughdraft。
Mr。JonasOldacretheninformedmethattherewereanumberofdocuments——buildingleases,title—deeds,mortgages,scrip,andsoforth——whichitwasnecessarythatIshouldseeandunderstand。Hesaidthathismindwouldnotbeeasyuntilthewholethingwassettled,andhebeggedmetocomeouttohishouseatNorwoodthatnight,bringingthewillwithme,andtoarrangematters。`Remember,myboy,notonewordtoyourparentsabouttheaffairuntileverythingissettled。Wewillkeepitasalittlesurpriseforthem。’Hewasveryinsistentuponthispoint,andmademepromiseitfaithfully。
"Youcanimagine,Mr。Holmes,thatIwasnotinahumourtorefusehimanythingthathemightask。Hewasmybenefactor,andallmydesirewastocarryouthiswishesineveryparticular。
Isentatelegramhome,therefore,tosaythatIhadimportantbusinessonhand,andthatitwasimpossibleformetosayhowlateImightbe。Mr。Oldacrehadtoldmethathewouldlikemetohavesupperwithhimatnine,ashemightnotbehomebeforethathour。Ihadsomedifficultyinfindinghishouse,however,anditwasnearlyhalf—pastbeforeIreachedit。Ifoundhim———"
"Onemoment!"saidHolmes。"Whoopenedthedoor?"
"Amiddle—agedwoman,whowas,Isuppose,hishousekeeper。"
"Anditwasshe,Ipresume,whomentionedyourname?"
"Exactly,"saidMcFarlane。
"Prayproceed。"
McFarlanewipedhisdampbrowandthencontinuedhisnarrative:——
"Iwasshownbythiswomanintoasitting—room,whereafrugalsupperwaslaidout。AfterwardsMr。JonasOldacreledmeintohisbedroom,inwhichtherestoodaheavysafe。Thisheopenedandtookoutamassofdocuments,whichwewentovertogether。
Itwasbetweenelevenandtwelvewhenwefinished。Heremarkedthatwemustnotdisturbthehousekeeper。HeshowedmeoutthroughhisownFrenchwindow,whichhadbeenopenallthistime。"
"Wastheblinddown?"askedHolmes。
"Iwillnotbesure,butIbelievethatitwasonlyhalfdown。
Yes,Irememberhowhepulleditupinordertoswingopenthewindow。Icouldnotfindmystick,andhesaid,`Nevermind,myboy;Ishallseeagooddealofyounow,Ihope,andIwillkeepyourstickuntilyoucomebacktoclaimit。’Ilefthimthere,thesafeopen,andthepapersmadeupinpacketsuponthetable。
ItwassolatethatIcouldnotgetbacktoBlackheath,soI
spentthenightattheAnerleyArms,andIknewnothingmoreuntilIreadofthishorribleaffairinthemorning。"
"Anythingmorethatyouwouldliketoask,Mr。Holmes?"
saidLestrade,whoseeyebrowshadgoneuponceortwiceduringthisremarkableexplanation。
"NotuntilIhavebeentoBlackheath。"
"YoumeantoNorwood,"saidLestrade。
"Oh,yes;nodoubtthatiswhatImusthavemeant,"saidHolmes,withhisenigmaticalsmile。Lestradehadlearnedbymoreexperiencesthanhewouldcaretoacknowledgethatthatrazor—likebraincouldcutthroughthatwhichwasimpenetrabletohim。Isawhimlookcuriouslyatmycompanion。
"IthinkIshouldliketohaveawordwithyoupresently,Mr。SherlockHolmes,"saidhe。"Now,Mr。McFarlane,twoofmyconstablesareatthedoorandthereisafour—wheelerwaiting。"Thewretchedyoungmanarose,andwithalastbeseechingglanceatuswalkedfromtheroom。Theofficersconductedhimtothecab,butLestraderemained。
Holmeshadpickedupthepageswhichformedtheroughdraftofthewill,andwaslookingatthemwiththekeenestinterestuponhisface。
"Therearesomepointsaboutthatdocument,Lestrade,aretherenot?"saidhe,pushingthemover。
Theofficiallookedatthemwithapuzzledexpression。
"Icanreadthefirstfewlines,andtheseinthemiddleofthesecondpage,andoneortwoattheend。Thoseareasclearasprint,"saidhe;"butthewritinginbetweenisverybad,andtherearethreeplaceswhereIcannotreaditatall。"
"Whatdoyoumakeofthat?"saidHolmes。
"Well,whatdoYOUmakeofit?"
"Thatitwaswritteninatrain;thegoodwritingrepresentsstations,thebadwritingmovement,andtheverybadwritingpassingoverpoints。Ascientificexpertwouldpronounceatoncethatthiswasdrawnuponasuburbanline,sincenowheresaveintheimmediatevicinityofagreatcitycouldtherebesoquickasuccessionofpoints。Grantingthathiswholejourneywasoccupiedindrawingupthewill,thenthetrainwasanexpress,onlystoppingoncebetweenNorwoodandLondonBridge。"
Lestradebegantolaugh。
"Youaretoomanyformewhenyoubegintogetonyourtheories,Mr。Holmes,"saidhe。"Howdoesthisbearonthecase?"
"Well,itcorroboratestheyoungman’sstorytotheextentthatthewillwasdrawnupbyJonasOldacreinhisjourneyyesterday。
Itiscurious——isitnot?——thatamanshoulddrawupsoimportantadocumentinsohaphazardafashion。Itsuggeststhathedidnotthinkitwasgoingtobeofmuchpracticalimportance。Ifamandrewupawillwhichhedidnotintendevertobeeffectivehemightdoitso。"
"Well,hedrewuphisowndeath—warrantatthesametime,"
saidLestrade。
"Oh,youthinkso?"
"Don’tyou?"
"Well,itisquitepossible;butthecaseisnotcleartomeyet。"
"Notclear?Well,ifthatisn’tclear,whatCOULDbeclear?
Hereisayoungmanwholearnssuddenlythatifacertainoldermandieshewillsucceedtoafortune。Whatdoeshedo?
Hesaysnothingtoanyone,buthearrangesthatheshallgooutonsomepretexttoseehisclientthatnight;hewaitsuntiltheonlyotherpersoninthehouseisinbed,andtheninthesolitudeofaman’sroomhemurdershim,burnshisbodyinthewood—pile,anddepartstoaneighbouringhotel。Theblood—stainsintheroomandalsoonthestickareveryslight。Itisprobablethatheimaginedhiscrimetobeabloodlessone,andhopedthatifthebodywereconsumeditwouldhidealltracesofthemethodofhisdeath——traceswhichforsomereasonmusthavepointedtohim。Isallthisnotobvious?"
"Itstrikesme,mygoodLestrade,asbeingjustatrifletooobvious,"saidHolmes。"Youdonotaddimaginationtoyourothergreatqualities;butifyoucouldforonemomentputyourselfintheplaceofthisyoungman,wouldyouchoosetheverynightafterthewillhadbeenmadetocommityourcrime?
Woulditnotseemdangeroustoyoutomakesoveryclosearelationbetweenthetwoincidents?Again,wouldyouchooseanoccasionwhenyouareknowntobeinthehouse,whenaservanthasletyouin?And,finally,wouldyoutakethegreatpainstoconcealthebodyandyetleaveyourownstickasasignthatyouwerethecriminal?Confess,Lestrade,thatallthisisveryunlikely。"
"Astothestick,Mr。Holmes,youknowaswellasIdothatacriminalisoftenflurriedanddoesthingswhichacoolmanwouldavoid。Hewasverylikelyafraidtogobacktotheroom。
Givemeanothertheorythatwouldfitthefacts。"
"Icouldveryeasilygiveyouhalf—a—dozen,"saidHolmes。
"Here,forexample,isaverypossibleandevenprobableone。
Imakeyouafreepresentofit。Theoldermanisshowingdocumentswhichareofevidentvalue。Apassingtrampseesthemthroughthewindow,theblindofwhichisonlyhalfdown。
Exitthesolicitor。Enterthetramp!Heseizesastick,whichheobservesthere,killsOldacre,anddepartsafterburningthebody。"
"Whyshouldthetrampburnthebody?"
"ForthematterofthatwhyshouldMcFarlane?"
"Tohidesomeevidence。"
"Possiblythetrampwantedtohidethatanymurderatallhadbeencommitted。"
"Andwhydidthetramptakenothing?"
"Becausetheywerepapersthathecouldnotnegotiate。"
Lestradeshookhishead,thoughitseemedtomethathismannerwaslessabsolutelyassuredthanbefore。
"Well,Mr。SherlockHolmes,youmaylookforyourtramp,andwhileyouarefindinghimwewillholdontoourman。
Thefuturewillshowwhichisright。Justnoticethispoint,Mr。Holmes:thatsofarasweknownoneofthepaperswereremoved,andthattheprisoneristheonemanintheworldwhohadnoreasonforremovingthem,sincehewasheir—at—lawandwouldcomeintotheminanycase。"
Myfriendseemedstruckbythisremark。
"Idon’tmeantodenythattheevidenceisinsomewaysverystronglyinfavourofyourtheory,"saidhe。"Ionlywishtopointoutthatthereareothertheoriespossible。Asyousay,thefuturewilldecide。Goodmorning!IdaresaythatinthecourseofthedayIshalldropinatNorwoodandseehowyouaregettingon。"
Whenthedetectivedepartedmyfriendroseandmadehispreparationsfortheday’sworkwiththealertairofamanwhohasacongenialtaskbeforehim。
"Myfirstmovement,Watson,"saidhe,ashebustledintohisfrock—coat,"must,asIsaid,beinthedirectionofBlackheath。"
"AndwhynotNorwood?"
"Becausewehaveinthiscaseonesingularincidentcomingclosetotheheelsofanothersingularincident。Thepolicearemakingthemistakeofconcentratingtheirattentionuponthesecond,becauseithappenstobetheonewhichisactuallycriminal。Butitisevidenttomethatthelogicalwaytoapproachthecaseistobeginbytryingtothrowsomelightuponthefirstincident——thecuriouswill,sosuddenlymade,andtosounexpectedanheir。Itmaydosomethingtosimplifywhatfollowed。No,mydearfellow,Idon’tthinkyoucanhelpme。
Thereisnoprospectofdanger,orIshouldnotdreamofstirringoutwithoutyou。ItrustthatwhenIseeyouintheeveningIwillbeabletoreportthatIhavebeenabletodosomethingforthisunfortunateyoungsterwhohasthrownhimselfuponmyprotection。"
Itwaslatewhenmyfriendreturned,andIcouldseebyaglanceathishaggardandanxiousfacethatthehighhopeswithwhichhehadstartedhadnotbeenfulfilled。Foranhourhedronedawayuponhisviolin,endeavouringtosoothehisownruffledspirits。Atlastheflungdowntheinstrumentandplungedintoadetailedaccountofhismisadventures。
"It’sallgoingwrong,Watson——allaswrongasitcango。
IkeptaboldfacebeforeLestrade,but,uponmysoul,Ibelievethatforoncethefellowisontherighttrackandweareonthewrong。Allmyinstinctsareonewayandallthefactsaretheother,andImuchfearthatBritishjurieshavenotyetattainedthatpitchofintelligencewhentheywillgivethepreferencetomytheoriesoverLestrade’sfacts。"
"DidyougotoBlackheath?"
"Yes,Watson,Iwentthere,andIfoundveryquicklythatthelatelamentedOldacrewasaprettyconsiderableblack—guard。
Thefatherwasawayinsearchofhisson。Themotherwasathome——alittle,fluffy,blue—eyedperson,inatremoroffearandindignation。Ofcourse,shewouldnotadmiteventhepossibilityofhisguilt。ButshewouldnotexpresseithersurpriseorregretoverthefateofOldacre。Onthecontrary,shespokeofhimwithsuchbitternessthatshewasunconsciouslyconsiderablystrengtheningthecaseofthepolice,for,ofcourse,ifhersonhadheardherspeakofthemaninthisfashionitwouldpredisposehimtowardshatredandviolence。`Hewasmorelikeamalignantandcunningapethanahumanbeing,’saidshe,`andhealwayswas,eversincehewasayoungman。’
"`Youknewhimatthattime?’saidI。
"`Yes,Iknewhimwell;infact,hewasanoldsuitorofmine。
ThankHeaventhatIhadthesensetoturnawayfromhimandtomarryabetter,ifapoorer,man。Iwasengagedtohim,Mr。Holmes,whenIheardashockingstoryofhowhehadturnedacatlooseinanaviary,andIwassohorrifiedathisbrutalcrueltythatIwouldhavenothingmoretodowithhim。’
Sherummagedinabureau,andpresentlysheproducedaphotographofawoman,shamefullydefacedandmutilatedwithaknife。
`Thatismyownphotograph,’shesaid。`Hesentittomeinthatstate,withhiscurse,uponmyweddingmorning。’
"`Well,’saidI,`atleasthehasforgivenyounow,sincehehasleftallhispropertytoyourson。’
"`NeithermysonnorIwantanythingfromJonasOldacre,deadoralive,’shecried,withaproperspirit。`ThereisaGodinHeaven,Mr。Holmes,andthatsameGodwhohaspunishedthatwickedmanwillshowinHisowngoodtimethatmyson’shandsareguiltlessofhisblood。’
"Well,Itriedoneortwoleads,butcouldgetatnothingwhichwouldhelpourhypothesis,andseveralpointswhichwouldmakeagainstit。IgaveitupatlastandoffIwenttoNorwood。
"Thisplace,DeepDeneHouse,isabigmodernvillaofstaringbrick,standingbackinitsowngrounds,withalaurel—clumpedlawninfrontofit。Totherightandsomedistancebackfromtheroadwasthetimber—yardwhichhadbeenthesceneofthefire。Here’saroughplanonaleafofmynote—book。ThiswindowontheleftistheonewhichopensintoOldacre’sroom。
Youcanlookintoitfromtheroad,yousee。ThatisabouttheonlybitofconsolationIhavehadto—day。Lestradewasnotthere,buthisheadconstabledidthehonours。Theyhadjustmadeagreattreasure—trove。Theyhadspentthemorningrakingamongtheashesoftheburnedwood—pile,andbesidesthecharredorganicremainstheyhadsecuredseveraldiscolouredmetaldiscs。Iexaminedthemwithcare,andtherewasnodoubtthattheyweretrouserbuttons。Ievendistinguishedthatoneofthemwasmarkedwiththenameof`Hyams,’whowasOldacre’stailor。Ithenworkedthelawnverycarefullyforsignsandtraces,butthisdroughthasmadeeverythingashardasiron。
Nothingwastobeseensavethatsomebodyorbundlehadbeendraggedthroughalowprivethedgewhichisinalinewiththewood—pile。Allthat,ofcourse,fitsinwiththeofficialtheory。IcrawledaboutthelawnwithanAugustsunonmyback,butIgotupattheendofanhournowiserthanbefore。
"Well,afterthisfiascoIwentintothebedroomandexaminedthatalso。Theblood—stainswereveryslight,meresmearsanddiscolorations,butundoubtedlyfresh。Thestickhadbeenremoved,buttherealsothemarkswereslight。Thereisnodoubtaboutthestickbelongingtoourclient。Headmitsit。Footmarksofbothmencouldbemadeoutonthecarpet,butnoneofanythirdperson,whichagainisatrickfortheotherside。Theywerepilinguptheirscoreallthetimeandwewereatastandstill。