It was spoken with fervour and feeling, and yet Inspector MacDonald could not dismiss the subject.
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"You are aware," said he, "that the dead man's wedding ring has been taken from his finger?"
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"So it appears," said Barker.
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"What do you mean by 'appears'? You know it as a fact."
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The man seemed confused and undecided . "When I said 'appears' I meant that it was conceivable that he had himself taken off the ring."
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"The mere fact that the ring should be absent, whoever may have removed it, would suggest to anyone's mind, would it not, that the marriage and the tragedy were connected?"
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Barker shrugged his broad shoulders.
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"I can't profess to say what it means," he answered.
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"But if you mean to hint that it could reflect in any way upon this lady's honour"-his eyes blazed for an instant, and then with an evident effort he got a grip upon his own emotions-"well, you are on the wrong track, that's all."
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"I don't know that I've anything else to ask you at present," said MacDonald, coldly.
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"There was one small point," remarked Sherlock Holmes. "When you entered the room there was only a candle lighted on the table, was there not?"
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"Yes, that was so."
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"By its light you saw that some terrible incident had occurred?"
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"You at once rang for help?"
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"And it arrived very speedily?"
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"Within a minute or so."
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"And yet when they arrived they found that the candle was out and that the lamp had been lighted. That seems very remarkable."
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Again Barker showed some signs of indecision. "I don't see that it was remarkable, Mr. Holmes," he answered after a pause. "The candle threw aery bad light. My first thought was to get a better one. The lamp was on the table; so I lit it."
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"And blew out the candle?"
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Holmes asked no further question, and Barker, with a deliberate look from one to the other of us, which had, as it seemed to me, something of defiance in it, turned and left the room.
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Inspector MacDonald had sent up a note to the effect that he would wait upon Mrs. Douglas in her room; but she had replied that she would meet us in the dining room.
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She entered now, a tall and beautiful woman of thirty, reserved and self-possessed to a remarkable degree, very different from the tragic and distracted figure I had pictured.
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