That accounts for those long dragging marks, which none of you appear to have noticed.

Mose did his best, but he could not reach his master in time.

The murderer seeing--or rather hearing him, for it must have been dark--was seized with sudden fear, and with a convulsive effort he threw the old man against the rock wall here, where his head struck on this broken stalactite.

If you look carefully you can see the marks of blood.

He then hurled him into the pool and fled." "It sounds plausible enough," said the sheriff slowly, "but there are one or two points which I'm afraid will not bear examining.