“Very much. He—I believe he said that the foot was still in the stirrup.”
“This wound on the head,” said Hashknife. “Just where was it the worst, Doc?”
“Nearly on the crown. In fact it extended from just above the left ear to the top of the head. Of course, it is easily possible for the horse to have struck him with a sharp-shod hoof.”
“On top of the head, Doc?”
“Well, barely possible. Come to think of it, the wound did have that appearance; as though a horseshoe might have crushed the skull.”
“His horse wasn’t shod, Doc.”
“It wasn’t shod?”
The old doctor ran his hand through his white hair and squinted gravely.
“Hadn’t been for weeks,” said Hashknife.
“You are a detective?” asked the doctor quickly.