I felt that in those softly spoken words he had pronounced the doom of the fugitive villain.
He turned away from the window and glanced round the empty room.

It seemed that our discovery of the fastenings had exhausted the information that it had to offer.
"It is a thousand pities," I remarked, "that we were unable to look round before they moved out the furniture.

We might have found some clue to the scoundrel's identity." "Yes," replied Thorndyke; "there isn't much information to be gathered here, I am afraid.

I see they have swept up the small litter from the floor and poked it under the grate.

We will turn that over, as there seems to be nothing else, and then look at the other rooms." He raked out the little heap of rubbish with his stick and spread it out on the hearth.