He went into the tiny dining-room; everything was neat, nothing displaced.
"That's curious," said Whiteside, pointing to the sideboard, and Tarling saw a deep glass vase half filled with daffodils.

Two or three blossoms had either fallen or had been pulled out, and were lying, shrivelled and dead, on the polished surface of the sideboard.
"Humph!" said Tarling.

"I don't like this very much." He turned and walked back into the hall and opened another door, which stood ajar.

Again he turned on the light.

He was in the girl's bedroom.
He stopped dead, and slowly examined the room.