I've often wondered what it could be." "Then it has nothing to do with the crime, anyhow," said the sergeant.
"But it's a rum thing all the same.

Everything about this case is rum.
Well, what is it now ?" The butler had given an exclamation of astonishment and was pointing at the dead man's outstretched hand.
"They've taken his wedding ring!" he gasped.
"What!" "Yes, indeed.

Master always wore his plain gold wedding ring on the little finger of his left hand.

That ring with the rough nugget on it was above it, and the twisted snake ring on the third finger.

There's the nugget and there's the snake, but the wedding ring is gone." "He's right," said Barker.
"Do you tell me," said the sergeant, "that the wedding ring was below the other ?" "Always!" "Then the murderer, or whoever it was, first took off this ring you call the nugget ring, then the wedding ring, and afterwards put the nugget ring back again." "That is so!" The worthy country policeman shook his head.