We have had no callers whatever this evening." "And Mr.Weatherley ?" "Mr.Weatherley arrived home about seven o'clock," Groves replied, "dined early, and went to bed immediately afterwards.

He complained of a headache and looked very unwell." Fenella rose slowly to her feet.

She looked from Arnold to the prostrate figure upon the carpet.
"Who has done this ?" she asked, pointing downwards.
"It may have been an accident," Arnold suggested.
"An accident!" she repeated.

"What was he doing in my sitting-room?
Besides, he could not have crept underneath the couch of his own accord." "Do you know who it is ?" Arnold asked.
"Why should I know ?" she demanded.
He hesitated.
"You remember the night of my first visit here--the face at the window ?" She nodded.

He pointed downward to the outstretched hand.
"That is the man," he declared.