He had also a cut on the wrist," he added, after an
instant's hesitation.
"Ah!" commented Goldberger, with a glance at Godfrey. "Had it been
bleeding?"
"He cut himself when crossing the wall," Godfrey explained; "a mere
scratch, but I believe it _did_ bleed a good deal."
"Ah!" said Goldberger again; and then he turned to the doctor. "Did I
understand you to say that he went to sleep?"
"He certainly did. I gave him a good strong opiate to make sure of
it."
"Do you think he'll sleep till morning?"
"He'll sleep nine or ten hours, at least."
"Then _that's_ all right," said Goldberger, and settled back in his
chair again. "But didn't anybody live in this house except that old
man and his daughter? Aren't there any servants?"
"There must be some somewhere about," answered Godfrey, to whom the
question was addressed; "but Lester and I looked through the lower
floor and part of the upper one and didn't find any. There's a bell
there by the door, but nobody answered when I rang. We didn't have
time to go all over the house. We _did_ find one thing, though," he
added, as if by an afterthought.
"What was that?"
"There's an adept in one of the rooms upstairs.
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