"No doubt. But in the meantime they would make themselves scarce. Jaggard has been insensible or raving for over a week, major. The scoundrels counted on that!"
"I say again that I believe in Jaggard's honesty, and I do not agree with you," said Jen, putting on his hat, "and after all, I do not see how you deduce this drugging theory!"
"Oh, as to that, I was once a bit of a chemist," explained Arkel; "and when you took me to see Jaggard I smelt a curious perfume which seemed to be hanging about him. As a servant is not likely to use perfumes, I thought it curious."
"What kind of a perfume?"
"I can't exactly describe it. A rich, heavy, deadly sort of thing, likely, I should think, to dull the sharpest senses."
"Did Etwald notice it?" asked Jen, thoughtfully.
"Yes; but he professes his inability to explain it. He thinks the man was stunned and not drugged. I think, on the grounds I have explained, that he was first drugged and then stunned."
"H'm; it's queer! I'll have to think it over. But when the body was taken out of the window, Arkel?"
"The thieves carried it across the lawn!"
"Then down through the bushes to that winding lane, I suppose?" said Jen. "I know all that; but afterward?"