Everything showed marks of a struggle. Some
of the ornaments had been broken, and the coffin itself had been
forced open.
"I have had things kept just as we found them," explained Andrews.
Kennedy peered into the broken coffin long and attentively. With a
little effort I, too, followed the course of the circle of light.
The body was, as Andrews had said, in an excellent, indeed a
perfect, state of preservation. There were, strange to say, no
marks of decay.
"Strange, very strange," muttered Kennedy to himself.
"Could it have been some medical students, body-snatchers?" I
asked musingly. "Or was it simply a piece of vandalism? I wonder
if there could have been any jewels buried with him, as
Shaughnessy said? That would make the motive plain robbery."
"There were no jewels," said Andrews, his mind not on the first
part of my question, but watching Kennedy intently.
Craig had dropped on his knees on the damp, mildewed floor, and
bringing his bull's-eye close to the stones, was examining some
spots here and there.
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