There lay the small axe, undisturbed. The Doctor stooped and touched the blood-slobbered handle.
“It’s dry, absolutely. Well, I’m whipped. I’d have sworn—”
We were hastening back to the House almost while the words were in his mouth. Now there must have been a dozen guests and servants clustered about the body. I turned to Crofts.
“Who found him there? Was anything seen? Where was he killed?”
He was too distracted to pay attention. He was running his fingers through his mane and whispering little phrases to himself.
A woman with trembling hands held out some white thing.
“Look,” said Eve Bartholomew. “See what I found when I came by the end of the House—down there by the large tower.” She pointed toward the corner round which lay the main entrance.
“Another—another!” I exclaimed, and Crofts snarled, “It was time for another, damn his black heart! What does this one say?”
We read:
LOok OuT foR THe CATS CLAW PARSON LOLLY