"It's true enough," said Parker; "and he was dissected and anatomized afterwards. But that part of the treatment is obsolete."
"We'll tell Gerald about it," said Lord Peter, "and persuade him to take the matter seriously. Which are the boots he wore Wednesday night?"
"These," said Parker, "but the fool's cleaned them."
"Yes," said Lord Peter bitterly. "M'm! a good heavy lace-up boot—the sort that sends the blood to the head."
"He wore leggings, too," said Parker; "these."
"Rather elaborate preparations for a stroll in the garden. But, as you were just going to say, the night was wet. I must ask Helen if Gerald ever suffered from insomnia."
"I did. She said she thought not as a rule, but that he occasionally had toothache, which made him restless."
"It wouldn't send one out of doors on a cold night, though. Well, let's get downstairs."
They passed through the billiard-room, where the Colonel was making a sensational break, and into the small conservatory which led from it.
Lord Peter looked gloomily round at the chrysanthemums and boxes of bulbs.