"You're an ingenious beast, Wimsey."
"Aren't I? But we can prove it. We're going down to the Bellona Club to prove it now. Half-past eleven. A nice, quiet time. Shall I tell you what we are going to find inside that cabinet?"
"Finger-prints?" suggested Mr. Murbles, eagerly.
"Afraid that's too much to hope for after all this time. What do you say, Charles?"
"I say we shall find a long scratch on the paint," said Parker, "where the foot of the corpse rested and stiffened in that position."
"Holed it in one, Charles. And that, you see, was when the leg had to be bent with violence in order to drag the corpse out."
"And as the body was in a sitting position," pursued Parker, "we shall, of course, find a seat inside the cabinet."
"Yes, and, with luck, we may find a projecting nail or something which caught the General's trouser-leg when the body was removed."
"And possibly a bit of carpet."
"To match the fragment of thread I got off the corpse's right boot? I hope so."