"Awsome, Lee, Just awsome you are. Did you realize the importance of that?"
"Not specially, I'm afraid—Ummm..why?"
"Never mind—go on."
"He was I assume a sullen, ill-tempered man—his nails were filed down to the quick as though he habitually bit them, and his fingers were bitten as well. He smoked quantities of cigarettes without a holder. He was particular about his personal appearance."
"Did you examine the room at all? I didn't get a chance to do it."
"I couldn't find much in the way of footprints. James & Co. had tramped all over the place, to say nothing of little Mr. Alfredo Wison and the maid, but I noticed a very indefinite patch just behind the head of the bath, as though something damp might have stood there. You could hardly call it a print."
"It rained hard all last night, of course."
"Yes; did you notice that the soot on the window-sill was vaguely marked?"
"I did," said Lord Edward, "and I examined it hard with this little fellow, but I could make nothing of it, only that something or other had rested on the sill." He drew out his monocle and handed it to Lee.