"What about the door-keys?"
"That's just it," said the Major. "We've had them carefully examined, and we can't detect any of the scratches you'd expect to find if they'd been turned in the locks from outside."
"That's queer," said Hemingway, with the bird-like look in his eye which his Sergeant knew betokened lively interest. "Sounds like a classy case, after all. Any signs of a struggle in the room, sir?"
"None whatsoever."
"Looks as though he wasn't expecting trouble from his visitor, then. Those the photographs, sir? Thank you."
He considered them for a moment or two, and remarked: "Still in his day-clothes."
"Yes; there were no signs that he'd started to change. Ford had prepared his bath, and laid out his dinnerjacket and things."
"He didn't have this Ford in to help him dress?"
"Apparently he did sometimes, but not always. He rang if he wanted Ford."
"Oh! Weapon?"