ndent Sutherland has given me a note of three--for what they
are worth, discovered by the butler. The first is about that table. It
seems a leg has been broken."

"Bisset told me that before I left the house."

"And thought it was an important fact, I suppose?"

"What its importance is, it's hard to say, but it's a fact, and seems to
me well worth noting."

"It is noted," said the Procurator Fiscal drily. "But I can't see that
it leads anywhere."

"Bisset maintains it implies Sir Reginald fell over it when he was
struck down; and that seems to me pretty likely."

Simon shook his head.

"How do we know Sir Reginald hadn't broken it himself previously and
then set it up against the wall--assuming it ever stood anywhere else,
which seems to want confirmation?"

"A dashed thin suggestion!" said Ned. "However, what are the other
discoveries?"

"The second is that one or two small fragments of dried mud were found
under the edge of the curtain, and the third is that the hearth brush
was placed in an unusual position--according to Bisset."

"And what are Bisset's conclusions?"

"That the man, whoever he was, had brought mud into the room and then
swept it up with the hearth brush; these fragments being pieces that he
had swept accidentally under the curtain and so overlooked."

"Good for Bisset!" exclaimed Ned. "He has got there this time, I do
believe."

Simon smiled sceptically.

"Sir Reginald was in the library in his walking boots that afternoon.
Naturally he would leave mud, and quite likely he swept it up himself
then, though the only evidence of sweeping is Bisset's statement about
the brush. And what proof is that of anything? Does your hearth brush
always stay in the same position?"

"Never noticed," said Ned.

"And I don't believe anybody notices sufficiently closely to make their
evidence on such a point worth a rap!" said Simon.

"A servant would."

"Well, Mr. Cromarty, make the most of the hearth brush then."

There seemed for an instant to be a defiant note in the Procurator
Fiscal's voice that made Ned glance at him sharply. But he saw nothing
in his face but the same set and steady look.

"We're on the same side in this racket, Mr. Rattar," said Ned. "I'm
only trying to help--same as you."

Simon's voice seemed now to have exactly the opposite note. For him, his
tone of acquiescence was even eager.

"Quite so; quite so, Mr. Cromarty. We are acting together; exactly."

"That's all