"Poachers by all means," said Lord Peter. "Well, really, Parker, I think that hangs together. Let's adopt that explanation provisionally. The first thing to do is now to find No. 10, since he can bear witness that Cathcart committed suicide; and that, as far as my brother is concerned, is the only thing that matters a rap. But for the satisfaction of my own curiosity I'd like to know: What was No. 10 blackmailing Cathcart about? Who hid a suit-case in the conservatory? And what was Gerald doing in the garden at 3 a.m.?"
"Well," said Parker, "suppose we begin by tracing where No. 10 came from."
"Hi, hi!" cried Wimsey, as they returned to the trail. "Here's something—here's real treasure-trove, Parker!"
From amid the mud and the fallen leaves he retrieved a tiny, glittering object—a flash of white and green between his fingertips.
It was a little charm such as women hang upon a bracelet—a diminutive diamond cat with eyes of bright emerald.
CHAPTER III
Mudstains and Bloodstains
Other things are all very well in their way, but give me Blood.... We say, "There it is! that's Blood!" It is an actual matter of fact. We point it out. It admits of no doubt.... We must have Blood, you know.
DAVID COPPERFIELD