"It seems like there was nothing but murder on every hand of us! And whoever did this can't be far away--only the night's that black, and there's so many holes and corners hereabouts that it would be like searching a rabbit-warren--you'll have to get help from the town." "Aye, to be sure!" he agreed.

"But we'll take a view of things ourselves, first.

There may be effects on him that'll suggest something." We carried the body into the room when the policeman came up with the lamps from the car, and stretched it out on the table at which Hollins and I had sat not so long before; though that time, indeed, now seemed to me to belong to some other life! And Chisholm made a hasty examination of what there was in the man's pockets, and there was little that had any significance, except that in a purse which he carried in an inner pocket of his waistcoat there was a considerable sum of money in notes and gold.
The other policeman, who held one of the lamps over the table while Chisholm was making this search, waited silently until it was over, and then he nodded his head at the stair.
"There's some boxes, or cases, down in yon car," he remarked.

"All fastened up and labelled--it might be worth while to take a look into them, sergeant.

What's more, there's tools lying in the car that looks like they'd been used to fasten them up." "We'll have them up here, then," said Chisholm.