But everything seemed to be in order.

The floor was of oak, and there was--strangely enough--no hearth-stone.

The French windows opened into the conservatory, now denuded of its flowers, and stepping into this Jennings found that the glass roof was entirely closed, save for a space for ventilation.

The assassin could not have entered or escaped in that way, and there was no exit from the room save by the door.
"Would you like to see the bedroom ?" asked Juliet sarcastically.

"I see you are examining the place, though I should have thought you would have done so before." "I did at the time," replied Jennings calmly, "but the place was then full of furniture and the carpets were down.