ently. Now, Gentlemen, perhaps you will allow me to give you the views I have formed first, and then you will be able to arrive at your own.”
He impressed me, this country specialist. He had a solid grip of fact and a cool, clear, commonsense brain, which should take him some way in his profession. Holmes listened to him intently, with no sign of that impatience which the official exponent too often produced.
“Is it suicide, or is it murder—that’s our first question, Gentlemen, is it not? If it were suicide, then we have to believe that this man began by taking off his wedding ring and concealing it; that he then came down here in his dressing gown, trampled mud into a corner behind the curtain in order to give the idea someone had waited for him, opened the window, put blood on the”
“We can surely dismiss that,” said MacDonald.
“So I think. Suicide is out of the question. Then a murder has been done. What we have to determine is, whether it was done by someone outside or inside the house?”
“Well, let’s hear the argument.”
