The detective was positive that he could and would, as he had looked up and down the balcony, which was fairly well lit by the street lights. He had not tried to investigate further, as his orders had been not to leave the room.
On the balcony outside, the Chief Inspector stood for a second by the heap of canvas. “Just run the blind down inside there, and turn on the light.”
After a moment Pointer tapped, as a signal that the window was to be opened again. “You can see better into the room from the other side—the side nearest the Marvel.”
“You think it was someone from the Enterprise, sir, who wanted to be sure of getting back unnoticed?”
“Looks that way.”
“You don't think that two men could have been out there together, sir?”
Pointer did not reply as he stepped into the room again, and sent Miller off for breakfast and sleep.
“Now, about that morphia taken. Of course we shall know for certain in the morning, but I take it that there's no doubt but that it was morphia all right. It's an odd thing that we couldn't find any cup or glass from which the stuff was drunk. From what the doctor said as to the amount, it's not likely that Eames could have washed up after his drink, nor can I see the point. Let's have another hunt.”
And they did, with no better result.
“Could he have flung the glass over the balcony railing?” Watts measured the distance carefully. “Yes, a man could, fairly easily.”