TERRY ARRIVES AT A CONCLUSION "And now," said Terry, lighting a fresh cigar, and after a few preliminary puffs, settling down to work again, "we will consider the case of Cat-Eye Mose--a beautiful name, by the way, and apparently a beautiful character.

It won't be my fault if we don't make a beautiful story out of him.

You, yourself, I believe, hold the opinion that he committed the murder ?" "I am sure of it," I cried.
"In that case," laughed Terry, "I should be inclined to think him innocent." I shrugged my shoulders.

There was nothing to be gained by getting angry.

If Terry chose to regard the solving of a murder mystery in the light of a joke, I had nothing to say; though I did think he might have realized that to me, at least, it was a serious matter.
"And you base your suspicions, do you not, upon the fact that he has queer eyes ?" "Not entirely." "Upon what then ?" "Upon the fact that he took part in the struggle which ended in my uncle's death." "Well, certainly, that does seem rather conclusive--there is no mistake about the foot-prints ?" "None whatever; the Mathers niggers both wore shoes, and anyway they didn't go into the cave." "In that case I suppose it's fair to assume that Mose took part in the struggle.