"A three-sided dagger?"
"Yes."
"I didn't know there was such a thing in town. Philemon could have had no dagger."
"It does not seem so, but one can never tell. Simple cottages like these often contain the most unlooked-for articles."
"I cannot imagine a dagger being among its effects," declared Mr.
Sutherland. "Where was the body of Mrs. Webb lying when you came in?"
"Where you see it now. Nothing has been moved or changed."
"She was found here, on this lounge, in the same position in which we see her now?"
"Yes, sir."
"But that is incredible. Look at the way she lies! Hands crossed, eyes closed, as though made ready for her burial. Only loving hands could have done this. What does it mean?"
"It means Philemon; that is what it means Philemon."