This house stands almost on the edge of the cliff, which is nearly two hundred feet high.

My feeling is that after my poor brother shot himself he remembered in his dying moments that his will was hidden in the clock-case and might not be found.

He made a desperate effort to reach it and dragged it down as he fell." The doctor listened attentively to this imaginary picture of Robert Turold's last moments.
"But why should he destroy himself ?" he queried.
"Grief and remorse.

Do you remember the disclosure he made to us this afternoon?
It is a matter which might well have preyed upon his mind." "I see," said the other thoughtfully.

"Yes, perhaps you may be right." Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a loud knocking downstairs.
"That must be the police," observed Dr.Ravenshaw.