by the furthest window, and Robert Brierly met her at the door.
"Mrs. Fry," he began, "will you kindly look about you, without, of course, disturbing or changing things, and tell us if you see anything that has changed? If you miss anything, or if anything in your opinion, has been tampered with? Look through both rooms carefully, and then give us your opinion."
Mrs. Fry, who had been expecting just such a summons and who fully realised the gravity of the occasion, stood still in her place near the door and looked slowly about her; then she began to walk about the room. Once or twice Brierly, prompted by a glance from the detective, had to warn her against putting a finger upon some object, but she went about with firmly closed lips until she had reached the little sleeping room. Then—
"Well, I declare!" she broke out. "If they haven't even been at the bed!"
Brierly started forward, but Ferrars held up a warning finger.
"And there's that lamp!" she went on, "with the chimney all smoked! Somebody's been carrying it around burning full tilt."
By this time Ferrars was so close beside Brierly that he could breathe a low word in his ear, from time to time, unnoted by the woman as she went peering about.
