“My dear Bill,” came the reply, “I want you to come with me now and have a look at the ground immediately below the billiard room window.”
“Yes, but—that bedroom—what else did you——?”
“What else did I notice? Let me see, now. What was it? Oh—I found much food for thought, my dear Bill, in the somewhat peculiar disposition of the bed-clothes.”
CHAPTER IV
UNDER THE BILLIARD ROOM WINDOW
“Peculiar?” I queried wonderingly. “Nothing about them struck me as peculiar. Anybody getting up in a hurry would have thrown them off just as they appeared to——”
“You think so—well, you may if you like—here we are.”
We had progressed along the gravel drive until we were opposite the billiard room window. This lay on our right. Separating the path where we were from the window in question, there was a bed of roses approximately ten to twelve yards in width.
“What Baddeley has found, Bill, we can find,” muttered Anthony. “There you are—look. Footprints—that interested Baddeley.”
His face shone with eagerness and intensity.
“Keep on the path, Bill; leave these to me.”