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βI must admit both your points,β said he. βI confess that this note-book, which did not appear at the inquest, modifies any views which I may have formed. I had come to a theory of the crime in which I can find no place for this. Have you endeavoured to trace any of the securities here mentioned?β
βInquiries are now being made at the offices, but I fear that the complete register of the stockholders of these South American concerns is in South America, and that some weeks must elapse before we can trace the shares.β
Holmes had been examining the cover of the note-book with his magnifying lens.
βSurely there is some discolouration here,β said he.
βYes, sir, it is a blood-stain. I told you that I picked the book off the floor.β
βWas the blood-stain above or below?β
βOn the side next the boards.β
βWhich proves, of course, that the book was dropped after the crime was committed.β
βExactly, Mr. Holmes. I appreciated that point, and I conjectured that it was dropped by the murderer in his hurried flight. It lay near the door.β
βI suppose that none of these securities have been found among the property of the dead man?β
βNo, sir.β
βHave you any reason to suspect robbery?β
βNo, sir. Nothing seemed to have been touched.β
βDear me, it is certainly a very interesting case. Then there was a knife, was there not?β
βA sheath-knife, still in its sheath. It lay at the feet of the dead man. Mrs. Carey has identified it as being her husband's property.β
Holmes was lost in thought for some time.
βWell,β said he, at last, βI suppose I shall have to come out and have a look at it.β
Stanley Hopkins gave a cry of joy.
βThank you, sir. That will indeed be a weight off my mind.β
Holmes shook his finger at the inspector.
βIt would have been an easier task a week ago,β said he. βBut even now my visit may not be entirely fruitless. Watson, if you can spare the time I should be very glad of your company. If you will call a four-wheeler, Hopkins, we shall be ready to start for Forest Row in a quarter of an hour.β
Alighting at the small wayside station, we drove for some miles through the remains of widespread woods, which were once part of that great forest which for so long held the Saxon invaders at bayβthe impenetrable βweald,β for sixty years the bulwark of Britain. Vast sections of it have been cleared, for this is the seat of the first iron-works of the country, and the trees have been felled to smelt the ore. Now the richer fields of the North have absorbed the trade, and nothing save these ravaged groves and great scars in the earth show the work of the past. Here in a clearing upon the green slope of a hill stood a long, low stone house, approached by a curving drive running through the fields. Nearer the road, and surrounded on three sides by bushes, was a small outhouse, one window and the door facing in our direction. It was the scene of the murder!
Stanley Hopkins led us first to the house, where he introduced us to a haggard, grey-haired woman, the widow of the murdered man, whose gaunt and deep-lined face, with the furtive look of terror in the depths of her red-rimmed eyes, told of the years of hardship and ill-usage which she had endured. With her was her daughter, a pale, fair-haired girl, whose eyes blazed defiantly at us as she told us that she was glad that her father was dead, and that she blessed the hand which had struck him down. It was a terrible household that Black Peter Carey had made for himself, and it was with a sense of relief that we found ourselves in the sunlight again and making our way along a path which had been worn across the fields by the feet of the dead man.
The outhouse was the simplest of dwellings, wooden-walled, shingle-roofed, one window beside the door and one on the farther side. Stanley Hopkins drew the key from his pocket, and had stooped to the lock, when he paused with a look of attention and surprise upon his face.
βSomeone has been tampering with it,β he said.
There could be no doubt of the fact. The woodwork was cut and the scratches showed white through the paint, as if they had been that instant done. Holmes had been examining the window.
βSomeone has tried to force this also. Whoever it was has failed to make his way in. He must have been a very poor burglar.β
βThis is a most extraordinary thing,β said the inspector; βI could swear that these marks were not here yesterday evening.β
βSome curious person from the village, perhaps,β I suggested.
βVery unlikely. Few of them would dare to set foot in the grounds, far less try to force their way into the cabin. What do you think of it, Mr. Holmes?β
βI think that fortune is very kind to us.β
βYou mean that the person will come again?β
βIt is very probable. He came expecting to find the door open. He tried to get in with the blade of a very small penknife. He could not manage it. What would he do?β
βCome again next night with a more useful tool.β
βSo I should say. It will be our fault if we are not there to receive him. Meanwhile, let me see the inside of the cabin.β
The traces of the tragedy had been removed, but the furniture within the little room still stood as it had been on the night of the crime. For two hours, with most intense concentration, Holmes examined every object in turn, but his face showed that his quest was not a successful one. Once only he paused in his patient investigation.
βHave you taken anything off this shelf, Hopkins?β
βNo; I have moved nothing.β
βSomething has been taken. There is less dust in this corner of the shelf than elsewhere. It may have been a book lying on its side. It may have been a box. Well, well, I can do nothing more. Let us walk in these beautiful woods, Watson, and give a few hours to the birds and the flowers. We shall meet you here later, Hopkins, and see if we can come to closer quarters with the gentleman who has paid this visit in the night.β
It was past eleven o'clock when we formed our little ambuscade. Hopkins was for leaving the door of the hut open, but Holmes was of the opinion that this would rouse the
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