"No one knows. The police are looking into the matter now. He was found dead in his study at seven this morning, and there is a wound on the right temple. So far, the only conclusion arrived at is that some one tried to rob the house, and, being discovered, struck Leigh down."
"I can't see that there was anything in the house worth a burglar committing such a crime for," remarked Carrington, taking off his hat.
"There wasn't. No one in the village would have attempted a burglary, since Leigh was known to be very poor. Besides, Leigh was too popular for anyone to hurt him. But a stranger----"
"Ah," broke in Carrington swiftly, "a stranger. Has any stranger been seen hovering about the Vicarage?"
"No. Kensit, our village policeman, was on his rounds as usual last night, but declares that he saw no one."
"But some tramp----"
"No tramps have been hanging about the village of late."
Carrington looked puzzled. "It seems to be a mystery. At what time was the poor chap murdered?"
"No one knows. But Dr. Tollart thinks the blow was struck about eleven o'clock last night."
"Has the weapon been found?"