"
"So," said Godfrey slowly, "it couldn't have been dropped there by
Swain when he stooped to pick her up."
"No; besides, we know perfectly well that it wasn't about his wrist
when he came back over the wall. Goldberger knows it, too, and we'll
be asked about it, next time."
"It might have been pushed up his sleeve--we weren't absolutely
certain. But this new evidence settles it."
I assented miserably and Godfrey smoked on thoughtfully. But my cigar
had lost some of its flavour.
"How did Miss Vaughan come to find the body?" he asked at last, and I
told him the story as she had told it to me. He thought it over for
some moments; then he leaned forward and laid his hand on my knee.
"Now, Lester," he said, "let's review this thing. It can't be as dark
as it seems--there's light somewhere. Here is the case, bared of all
inessentials: Swain crosses the wall about eleven o'clock, cutting his
wrist as he does so; Miss Vaughan meets him about eleven-thirty, and
after a time, finds that his wrist is bleeding and ties her
handkerchief about it; they agree to have her father examined for
lunacy, arrange a meeting for the next night, and are about to
separate, when her father rushes in upon them, savagely berates Swain
and takes his daughter away.
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