And yet--and yet it had been moved--for it was all askew! The man who did that, if, indeed, one man could alone have done all this mischief, must have been very, very strong--a Hercules! The doctor took the candle from Miss Farrow's hand and walked in among the debris.

"He must have gone through that door," he muttered.
Leaving her to be joined by the timorous James Tapster, he went boldly on across the big kitchen, and through a door which gave into what appeared to be a scullery.

But here everything was in perfect order.
"Where can the man have gone ?" he asked himself in astonishment.
Before him there rose a vision of the respectable old butler, and of the two tall, well-matched, but not physically strong-looking footmen.

This must be the work of some man he had not yet seen?
Of course there must be many men employed about such a place as was Wyndfell Hall.
He retraced his steps.

"I think you and Mr.Tapster had better go upstairs again, and leave me to this," he said decidedly.