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At that moment there arrived Dr. Wood, a brisk and capable general practitioner from the village.

The three men entered the fatal room together, while the horror-stricken butler followed at their heels, closing the door behind him to shut out the terrible scene from the maid servants.

The dead man lay on his back, sprawling with outstretched limbs in the centre of the room.

He was clad only in a pink dressing gown, which covered his night clothes.

There were carpet slippers on his bare feet.

The doctor knelt beside him and held down the hand lamp which had stood on the table.

One glance at the victim was enough to show the healer that his presence could be dispensed with.

The man had been horribly injured.

Lying across his chest was a curious weapon, a shotgun with the barrel sawed off a foot in front of the triggers.

It was clear that this had been fired at close range and that he had received the whole charge in the face, blowing his head almost to pieces.

The triggers had been wired together, so as to make the simultaneous discharge more destructive.

The country policeman was unnerved and troubled by the tremendous responsibility which had come so suddenly upon him. "We will touch nothing until my superiors arrive," he said in a hushed voice, staring in horror at the dreadful head.

"Nothing has been touched up to now," said Cecil Barker. "I'll answer for that. You see it all exactly as I found it."

"When was that?" The sergeant had drawn out his notebook.

"It was just half-past eleven. I had not begun to undress, and I was sitting by the fire in my bedroom when I heard the report. It was not very loud-it seemed to be muffled. I rushed down-I don't suppose it was thirty seconds before I was in the room."

"Was the door open?"

"Yes, it was open. Poor Douglas was lying as you see him. His bedroom candle was burning on the table. It was I who lit the lamp some minutes afterward."

"Did you see no one?"

"No. I heard Mrs. Douglas coming down the stair behind me, and I rushed out to prevent her from seeing this dreadful sight. Mrs. Allen, the housekeeper, came and took her away. Ames had arrived, and we ran back into the room once more."

"But surely I have heard that the drawbridge is kept up all night."

"Yes, it was up until I lowered it."

"Then how could any murderer have got away? It is out of the question! Mr.Douglas must have shot himself."

"That was our first idea.

But see!" Barker drew aside the curtain, and showed that the long, diamond-paned window was open to its full extent.

"And look at this!" He held the lamp down and illuminated a smudge of blood like the mark of a boot-sole upon the wooden sill.

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