The younger brother had seen to the removal of the unfortunate man's body in the night, and, aside from Bray and the stranger who had arrived almost simultaneously with him, there was no one but a sleepy-eyed constable there.
Bray's greeting was decidedly grouchy.

The stranger, however--a tall bronzed man--made himself known to me in the most cordial manner.

He told me he was Colonel Hughes, a close friend of the dead man; and that, unutterably shocked and grieved, he had come to inquire whether there was anything he might do.

"Inspector," said I, "last night in this room you held in your hand four copies of the Daily Mail.

You tossed them into that basket as of no account.