Picture Dictionary & Books : Free for English Learner!

"Yes, sir. I may say that I noticed that the slippers were stained with blood-so indeed were my own."

"That is natural enough, considering the condition of the room. Very good, Ames. We will ring if we want you."

A few minutes later we were in the study. Holmes had brought with him the carpet slippers from the hall. As Ames had observed, the soles of both were dark with blood.

"Strange!" murmured Holmes, as he stood in the light of the window and examined them minutely. "Very strange indeed!"

Stooping with one of his quick feline pounces, he placed the slipper upon the blood mark on the sill. It exactly corresponded. He smiled in silence at his colleagues.

The inspector was transfigured with excitement. His native accent rattled like a stick upon railings.

"Man," he cried, "there's not a doubt of it! Barker has just marked the window himself. It's a good deal broader than any bootmark. I mind that you said it was a splay-foot, and here's the explanation. But what's the game, Mr. Holmes-what's the game?"

"Ay, what's the game?" my friend repeated thoughtfully.

White Mason chuckled and rubbed his fat hands together in his professional satisfaction. "I said it was a snorter!" he cried. "And a real snorter it is!"

The three detectives had many matters of detail into which to inquire; so I returned alone to our modest quarters at the village inn.

But before doing so I took a stroll in the curious old-world garden which flanked the house.

Rows of very ancient yew trees cut into strange designs girded it round.

Inside was a beautiful stretch of lawn with an old sundial in the middle, the whole effect so soothing and restful that it was welcome to my somewhat jangled nerves.

In that deeply peaceful atmosphere one could forget, or remember only as some fantastic nightmare, that darkened study with the sprawling, bloodstained figure on the floor.

And yet, as I strolled round it and tried to steep my soul in its gentle balm, a strange incident occurred, which brought me back to the tragedy and left a sinister impression in my mind.

I have said that a decoration of yew trees circled the garden.

At the end farthest from the house they thickened into a continuous hedge.

On the other side of this hedge, concealed from the eyes of anyone approaching from the direction of the house, there was a stone seat.

As I approached the spot I was aware of voices, some remark in the deep tones of a man, answered by a little ripple of feminine laughter.

An instant later I had come round the end of the hedge and my eyes lit upon Mrs. Douglas and the man Barker before they were aware of my presence.

Her appearance gave me a shock.

In the dining-room she had been demure and discreet.

Now all pretense of grief had passed away from her.

Her eyes shone with the joy of living, and her face still quivered with amusement at some remark of her companion.

Chapter 6. A Dawning Light

Table of Contents