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It will be something if we can catch him, and avenge my poor uncle, he said." Gimblet considered for a moment. "Are you sure you remember the position you found the body in?" he asked. "Yes, sir," replied Blanston, in some surprise. "It was like I told you. His head on the blotting-book and one arm with it. He must have fallen straight forward on to the table." "Thank you," said Gimblet.
"How many of you are there in the servants' quarters?" "Counting the chauffeur and the hall boy," replied Blanston, "and including the visitors' maids, who are gone now, we were sixteen servants in the house that night. I am afraid there may have been rather a noise going on." "Were you all there?" asked Gimblet. "Had no one left since the beginning of supper?"
"Well, I had to see to her, you know. I couldn't very well leave her in that state, could I? I hung on to the bell for all I was worth, and the butler and footmen came running. I told them to look after the young lady and to call her maid, and then I ran off to the library, followed by old Blanston, the butler. You know what we found there.
Gimblet left the gun-room quietly; and after some more exploring discovered the way to the back premises. In the pantry he found Blanston, whom he invited to follow him to the deserted billiard-room for a few minutes' conversation. "You know," he told him, "Miss Byrne and your new young master want me to examine the evidence that Sir David Southern is the author of this terrible crime."
"No one had gone out of the room or the hall since supper commenced," Blanston assured him. "We were all very glad of that afterwards, as it prevented any of us being suspected, sir.
At present I have only examined the library and your uncle's bedroom." "By all means," said Mark. "Blanston will show you anything you want to see. Oh, by the by, you like to be alone, don't you? I was forgetting. Well, go anywhere you like; and good luck to your hunting!"
Just as we came to the library door, he turns and says to me, with his hand on the knob, 'From what Miss Byrne says, Blanston, I'm afraid it's murder. And before I could more than gasp he had the door open, and we were in the room. "There was his poor lordship lying forward on the table, his head on the blotting-book, and one arm hanging down beside him.
In fact, Miss McConachan says he told her he had done so, but I haven't come across the will so far, though I had a good hunt through his papers this morning; Blanston and the housekeeper, who say they witnessed some document which may have been a will, have no idea where it is.
I admit I should have liked to see your methods, but if I should be a hindrance " Gimblet did not deny it, and Mark departed to fetch the boots. "This is not the identical pair," he said when he returned. "The police took those; but these come from the same maker and are nearly the same, so Blanston tells me." "Ah, yes, Blanston," said Gimblet. "I must see him presently. Thanks very much."
I thought something must be wrong, so I ran out of the room and upstairs with the others. When we got to the billiard-room there was Miss Byrne fainting on a chair, and Mr. McConachan beside her, looking very upset like. 'There's been an accident or worse, he says, 'to his lordship. Come on, Blanston, and let's see what it is. And you others look after Miss Byrne.
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