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"'He was there while I was in the shrine! He kept coming between me and the path. I see him now—there, outside the door!'" Firth was reading from notes. "'The limping man, wi' blood on his hands ...'"

"H'm," muttered Colonel O'Halloran; "and you say that Amberdale tried to gather exact details?"

"He did, sir. But Mrs. Vane assured him that she could not see, or could not remember any more."

"Very odd. One wonders if there's anything in it." The colonel sat down, but immediately stood up again. "Sir Giles occupied small service flat, not far away. You tell me the people there have no idea when he set out. No evidence to show, either, where he was coming from at time he met his death. Usual calls sent around taxi depôts, I take it?"

"Yes, sir; I am awaiting results. I am also checking up on James Wake, of course. I examined the door of the house, the steps, and immediate approaches. But it had rained during the night, and quite briefly, I found nothing. The remarkable custom of Lord Marcus—I mean leaving his key outside—complicates the matter to no sma' degree."