The dwelling was humbly furnished.
It was plainly the abode of people of small means. It was dingy and meagre.
The Bradys looked for a clew to the supposed crime.
Suddenly Harry went down on his knees and focused his lantern on the floor.
He cried excitedly:
“Ah, here is the clew!”
A trail of blood marked the floor. In the trail lay a white handkerchief of dainty texture.
The detectives examined it closely. Harry gave an exclamation.
On one corner in ink was marked a name:
“Evelyn Grimm.”