"Are
you sure the clock was here yesterday?"
"I wound it night before last, and put the key underneath. Yesterday,
before they moved up, I wound it again."
"The key is gone also. Well, what of it, Holcombe? Did he brain her
with the clock? Or choke her with the key?"
Mr. Holcombe was looking at his note-book. "To summarize," he said,
"we have here as clues indicating a crime, the rope, the broken knife,
the slipper, the towel, and the clock. Besides, this scrap of paper
may contain some information." He opened it and sat gazing at it in
his palm. Then, "Is this Ladley's writing?" he asked me in a curious
voice.
"Yes."
I glanced at the slip. Mr. Holcombe had just read from his note-book:
"Rope, knife, slipper, towel, clock."
The slip I had found behind the wash-stand said "Rope, knife, shoe,
towel. Horn--" The rest of the last word was torn off.
Mr. Howell was staring at the mantel. "Clock!" he repeated.
CHAPTER IV
It was after four when Mr. Holcombe had finished going over the room.
I offered to make both the gentlemen some tea, for Mr.
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