“I can't quite see what they did when they'd got him tied up,” the inspector acknowledged. “They don't seem to have done much in the way of rummaging in the cottage, as far as I can see. Whatever it was that they were after, it wasn't the cash in the drawer; and it wasn't the two or three bits of silver, for they left them intact, although they could easily have got them if they'd wanted them. That part of the thing beats me just now.”
Wendover showed a faint satisfaction at finding the inspector driven to admit a hiatus in his story.
“However it happened, Peter Hay died in his chair, I think,” Armadale went on. “Perhaps it was the excitement of the affair. Anyhow, they had a dead man on their hands. So, as Mr. Wendover pointed out, they did their best to cover their tracks. They untied him, carried him outside, laid him down as if he'd fallen unconscious and died there. But they forgot one thing. If he'd come down all of a heap, as they wanted to suggest, his face would have been smashed a bit on the stones of the path. They arranged him with his hands above his head, as if he'd fallen at full length. In that position, he couldn't shield his face as he fell. Normally you fall with your hands somewhere between your face and your chest—under your body, anyhow. But his hands were above his head; and yet his face hadn't a bruise on it. That's not natural.”
“Quite clear, inspector.”
“Then there's another point. You called my attention to the moisture on the front of his clothes, under the body. Dew couldn't have got in there.”
“Precisely,” Sir Clinton agreed. “That dates the time when they put the body down, you think?”
“It shows it was put down on top of the dew, therefore it was after dew-fall when they brought him out. And at the other side you've got the fact that his bed wasn't slept in. So that limits the time of the affair to a period between dew-fall and Peter Hay's normal bed-time.”
“Unless he'd sat up specially late that night,” Wendover interposed.
Armadale nodded a rather curt acknowledgment of this suggestion, and continued:
“Two points more. They've just occurred to me, sir. The silver's the first thing.”