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baronet had spoken. "What do you make of it, Mr. Cleek?" "Not much in the way of a clue, Sir Henry--a clue to any possible intruder, I mean. If your artistic soul hadn't rebelled against bare steel--which would, of course, have soon rusted in this ammonia-impregnated atmosphere--and led you to put a coat of paint over the metal, there would have been no mark at all, the thing is so slight. I am of the opinion that Tolliver himself caused it. In short, that it was made by either a pin or a cuff button in his wristband when he was attacked and fell. But, enlighten me upon a puzzling point, Sir Henry: What do you use coriander and oil of sassafras for in a stable?" "Coriander? Oil of sassafras? I don't know what the dickens they are. Have you found such things here?" "No; simply smelt them. The combination is not usual--indeed, I know of but one race in the world who make any use of it, and they merely for a purpose which, of course, could not possibly exist here, unless--" He allowed the rest of the sentence to go by default, and turning, looked all round the place. For the first time he seemed to notice something unusual for the equipment of a stable, and regarded it with silent interest. It was nothing more nor less than a box, covered with sheets of virgin cork, and standing on the floor just under one of the windows, where the light and air could get to a weird-looking, rubbery-leaved, orchid-like plant, covered with ligulated scarlet blossoms which grew within it. "Sir Henry," he said, after a moment, "may I ask how long it is since you were in South America?" "I? Never was there in my life, Mr. Cleek--never." "Ah! Then who connected with the hall has been?" "Oh, I see what you are driving at," said Sir Henry, following the direction of his gaze. "That Patagonian plant, eh? That belonged to poor Tolliver. He had a strange fancy for ferns and rock plants and things of that description, and as that particular specimen happens to be one that does better in the atmosphere of a stable than elsewhere, he kept it in here." "Who told him that it does better in the atmosphere of a stable?" "Lady Wilding's cousin, Mr. Sharpless. It was he who gave Tolliver the plant." "Oho! Then Mr. Sharpless has been to South America, has he?" "Why, yes. As a matter of fact, he comes from there; so also does Lady Wilding. I should have thought you would have remembered that, Mr. Cleek, when--But perhaps you have
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