“The Cat’s Claw! What’s that?”
“How do you expect me to tell?”
“Again we find this damned thing—too late!”
“There’s fresh blood on it!” exclaimed Crofts, taking the placard from my hand.
“Of course there is, you fool. Look at my finger.”
“How did you do that?”
“Razor.”
Alberta was looking over her husband’s shoulder. “Where did you find it, Eve?”
“Right at the corner of the House. It was on the grass, with the writing downward.”
“Now,” said I, “if there’s one thing about this atrocious deed that I can swear to, it is that there was nothing at that spot ten minutes ago. I rounded the corner to enter the House so as to fetch one of the men-servants by ringing the door-bell. The grass had nothing on it.”