Down the front were a number of dark stains.
Upon the right sleeve was a large dark splash as large as a man’s hand.
“Blood!” Carter ejaculated, as he inspected these stains.
He looked inside the ulster at the stamp on the strap.
“Made by Delaney,” he read.
“This was made to order,” he muttered.
“For whom?”
That was the question.
“I’ll find out!” he ejaculated, after a moment’s thought.
Down into the pockets of this ulster his hand was shoved.