"They remembered me from my previous visit, and let me in to the prisoner without much demur. Guide owned up to the basket at once. 'Yes,' he said, 'I had some few odd tools to carry from home, and as I couldn't find anything else handy to put them in I used the old carpenter's bass. I had an iron eye to splice on to the end of a windlass rope, a job that I like to do myself, to make sure it's done safe. I never thought about telling you of that bass before, sir. I didn't see as how it mattered.'
"'Where is the bass now?'
"'In the Left Luggage Office at Shaftesbury Road Station. Name of Hopkins. I've lost the ticket.'
"'Where did you put your basket on entering the carriage at Addison Road?'
"'On the seat, sir, in the corner by the window.'
"And with that I left him.
"'Now,' thought I, 'I believe I can find out whether you murdered Walker or not,' and drove back to Hammersmith.
"A DISCOLORATION WHICH I KNEW TO BE DRIED HUMAN BLOOD."