ow, "that this sick girl was here all
night and heard nothing?"

"That's what she says," confirmed the physician.

"Did she give any idea who the murderer might be?" queried Greenleaf.

"No; she's not sufficiently clear in her mind to advance any theories
yet--naturally."

"Let me look around," suggested the captain.

He did so, followed by Bristow and the doctor. Save for the overturned
chair, between the sofa and the dining room door, the furniture, for the
most part the mission stuff generally found in the furnished-for-rent
cottages in Furmville, had not been knocked about in a struggle. That was
evident. The two rugs on the floor had not been disturbed. None of the
three men touched the overturned chair.

All the windows of the living room and the dining room were closed but
not locked, as there was on the outside of each the usual covering of
mosquito wiring. The shades were down. The front door did not have the
inside "catch" thrown on.

Greenleaf examined the kitchen, the unoccupied bedroom, the bathroom, and
the sleeping porch at the back of the house. This last, like the windows,
was inclosed in stout wire screens, and nowhere, on either the windows or
the sleeping porch, had this screening been broken. The kitchen door was
locked. There was no sign of a struggle anywhere. These negative facts
were gathered quickly.

Mrs. Allen, summoned from the sister's side, reported that there were no
signs of an entrance having been made through any of the three windows
in the bedroom in which Miss Fulton now lay quiet.

They made their way back to the living room. In spite of the most
painstaking examination of the floor, walls, and furniture of the entire
bungalow, they were, so far, without a clue. The murderer had left not
the slightest trace of his identity or his manner of entrance to the
death chamber.

"As I see it," said the captain when they rejoined Jenkins, "nobody broke
into this house last night. But two men had admission to it. They were
Mr. Douglas Campbell, the real estate man, and Mr. Henry Morley, who was
calling on Miss Fulton. It's up to those two to tell what they know."

"But," objected the doctor, "Miss Fulton says Morley left town last
night."

"Humph! Maybe that makes it look all the worse for Morley."

"But," suggested Bristow, "if we find that the front door was unlocked
all night, the possibilities broaden."

"How will we find that out?"

"Miss Fulton might remember about it