"A forcible expression, surely. It is the Most organ, in short?"
"Yes, sir."
"Will you state the further results of your search in the desk?"
"I found this paper of powder, a part of a fuse, a written formula for manufacturing a bomb, a blotter with part of a note on it, legible by the help of a mirror——"
"That will do for the present, Mr. McCausland. And will you state what you may have found in the pockets of Floyd's coat?"
"A quantity of powder. There were grains of it also on the knees of his trousers."
"Similar to that found in his desk?"
"Yes, sir."
"What else?"
"A burnt match," said the inspector, just as the clock struck five and the constable's gavel sounded a prelude to adjournment.