"Mr. McConachan locked the door and put the key in his pocket. 'No one must go in there till the police come,' he says. 'But in the meantime we must get what men we can together, and see if the brute who did this isn't lurking about the grounds. It will be something if we can catch him, and avenge my poor uncle,' he said."
Gimblet considered for a moment.
"Are you sure you remember the position you found the body in?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," replied Blanston, in some surprise. "It was like I told you. His head on the blotting-book and one arm with it. He must have fallen straight forward on to the table."
"Thank you," said Gimblet. "One more question. I hear you witnessed a will for Lord Ashiel a day or two before he died?"
"Yes, sir—I and Mrs. Parsons, the housekeeper."
"How did you know it was the will?"
"We didn't exactly know it was, sir, but afterwards, when it came out his lordship had told Miss Byrne he had made one, we thought it must have been that."
"I see," said Gimblet. "Thank you. That is all I wanted to know."
He sent for the other servants and interrogated them one by one, but without adding anything fresh to what he had already learned.