"
"It was very quiet inside there"--she pointed to the door of the
Tower--"just before I came out. Before that, I'd heard odd sounds. Was
there somebody there--and the Sergeant in league with him?"
"Exactly," smiled Beaumaroy. "It is all quiet. I think I'll have a look."
The candle on the table had burnt out. He took another from the sideboard
and lit it from the one which Mary still held.
"Like the poker?" she asked, with a flicker of a smile on her face.
"No you come and help, if I cry out!" He could not repress a chuckle;
Doctor Mary was interesting him extremely.
Lighted by his candle, he went into the Tower. She heard him moving about
there, as she stood thoughtfully by the extinct fire, still with her
candle in her hand.
Beaumaroy returned. "He's gone--or they've gone." He exhibited to her
gaze two objects--a checked pocket-handkerchief and a tobacco pouch.
"Number one found on the edge of the grave--Number two on the floor of
the dais, just behind the canopy. If the same man had drawn them both out
of the same pocket at the same time--wanting to blow the same nose,
Doctor Mary--they'd have fallen at the same place, wouldn't they?"
"Wonderful, Holmes!" said Mary.
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