"It was still warm.

I incline to think the marchese was murdered actually inside the garden, and that he fell on his face where he stood, and was dragged behind the hydrangeas.

But the _delegato_ thought differently.

You will remember, Carstairs, that the dead man had been dragged by the feet." "Did I put him on the right side or the left of the door as you go in ?" "On the left." "On his face ?" "Yes." There was a pause.
"You had no quarrel with the marchese, I presume ?" said the duke significantly.
"On the contrary," said Michael; "it is not known, but I had." "Just so.

Just so.