In the reception-room, on a table, a pack of cards lay spread out in an unfinished game of solitaire.

All the small baggage had been taken for the journey.
Truth to tell, Haggerty had not expected to find anything; he had not cared to sit idly twiddling his thumbs while the Maharajah vacated his rooms.
In the bathroom (Lord Monckton's) he found two objects which aroused his silent derision: a bottle of brilliantine and an ointment made of walnut-juice.

Probably this Lord Monckton was a la-de-dah chap.

Bah! Once in the prince's vacated bedroom Haggerty went to work with classic thoroughness.

Not a square foot of the room escaped his vigilant eye.
The thief had not entered by the windows; he had come into the room by the door which gave to the corridor.