The little nose rose in the sharp outline of death; between the half-closed eyelids the darkened blue eyes looked out vacantly.

The thick, fair hair, spotted with blood, flowed in disordered waves over the white pillow; the numerous rings on the dead hands blazed and glittered with hard brilliance in the electric light.
It was these costly jewels on the murdered girl's hands which prompted the question which sprang to the detective's lips: "Did the murderer take anything ?" he asked.

"Has anything been missed ?" "No," said Miss Heredith.

"Nothing has been taken." "Mrs.Heredith had more jewellery than this, I suppose ?" pursued the detective.

"Brooches and necklaces, and that kind of thing.