"D'ye make aught out of it, doctor?
Can you say how it came about ?" Dr.Rockcliffe pursed up his lips and his face became inscrutable.

He kept silence for a moment--when he spoke his voice was unusually stern.
"The lad's neck is broken, and his spine's fractured," he said in a low voice.

"Either of those injuries was enough to cause death.

But--look at that!" He pointed to a contusion which showed itself with unmistakable plainness on the dead man's left temple, and again he screwed up his lips as if in disgust at some deed present only to the imagination.
"That's a blow!" he said, more sternly than before.

"A blow from some blunt instrument! It was a savage blow, too, dealt with tremendous force.