I opened the letter.
"Read the name, Mr. Blake, that I have written inside."
I read the name that he had written. It was—Godfrey Ablewhite..
"Now," said the Sergeant, "come with me, and look at the man on the bed."
I went with him, and looked at the man on the bed.
Godfrey Ablewhite!
Sixth Narrative.
Contributed by Sergeant Cuff.
I
Dorking, Surrey, July 30th, 1849.—To Franklin Blake, Esq. Sir,--I beg to apologize for the delay that has occurred in the production of the Report, with which I engaged to furnish you. I have waited to make it a complete Report; and I have been met, here and there, by obstacles which it was only possible to remove by some little expenditure of patience and time.
The object which I proposed to myself has now, I hope, been attained. You will find, in these pages, answers to the greater part—if not all—of the questions, concerning the late Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite, which occurred to your mind when I last had the honor of seeing you.
I propose to tell you—in the first place—what is known of the manner in which your cousin met his death; appending to the statement such inferences and conclusions as we are justified (according to my opinion) in drawing from the facts.
I shall then endeavor—in the second place—to put you in possession of such discoveries as I have made, respecting the proceedings of Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite, before, during and after the time, when you and he met as guests at the late Lady Verinder's country-house.
II.
As to your cousin's death, then, first.
It appears to be established, beyond any reasonable doubt, that he was killed (while he was asleep, or immediately on his waking) by being smothered with a pillow from his bed—that the persons guilty of murdering him are
