"I saw him myself, standing upon that chair and fixing the big picture above it.
That accounts for the hammer." "We'd best put it back on the rug where we found it," said the sergeant, scratching his puzzled head in his perplexity.

"It will want the best brains in the force to get to the bottom of this thing.

It will be a London job before it is finished." He raised the hand lamp and walked slowly round the room.

"Hullo!" he cried, excitedly, drawing the window curtain to one side.

"What o'clock were those curtains drawn ?" "When the lamps were lit," said the butler.