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A very few steps brought me to the first floor ... I had not a doubt that Madame de Gorne was there and had heard the sound of our discussion. Switching on the light of my pocket-torch, I looked into three bedrooms. The fourth was locked. I knocked at the door. There was no reply. But this was one of the moments in which a man allows no obstacle to stand in his way.
Chief Leverage was shivering under the impact of the winter blasts. "S'pose we take a look at the bird, David," he suggested, nodding toward the taxi. "That might tell us something." Carroll nodded. The men entered the taxi, and Leverage flashed a pocket-torch in the face of the dead man. Then he uttered an exclamation of surprise not unmixed with horror. "Good Lord!"
And then I heard a crackling and rustling as of stiff paper he was never more than a dozen yards from me all the time, and in another minute there was a spurt up of bluish flame, and I saw that the man had turned on the light of an electric pocket-torch and was shining it on a map which he had unfolded and shaken out, and was holding in his right hand.
He stopped short as he spoke; the pocket-torch clicked faintly and from the shelter of a curved hand, the glow of it struck upward to his face. It was not the same face for ten seconds at a time. What Sir Horace Wyvern had seen in Mr. Narkom's private office at Scotland Yard on that night of nights more than two years ago, Sir Horace Wyvern's niece saw now.
He had provided himself with an electric pocket-torch, equipped with a reflector, which he was in the habit of carrying when on his travels. Once inside, having closed the door, he set this aglow, and looked about him. Spike had given him minute directions as to the position of the jewel-box. He found it without difficulty.
It certainly wasn't because I thought it funny. It's tragic. There's been a dreadful mistake!" "I noticed that," said George bitterly. The darkness began to afflict his nerves. "I wish to God we had some light." The glare of a pocket-torch smote upon him. "I brought it to see my way back with," said Maud in a curious, small voice. "It's very dark across the fields.
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