Detective and mystery stories, English; Private investigators -- Fiction
"After my examination of the body I went to the bush, and there, in the
thick of it, were, for me, sufficiently distinct knee-marks, in one of
which the knee had crushed a spray of the bush against the ground, and
from that spray a leaf was missing. Behind the knee-marks were the
indentations of boot-toes in the soft, bare earth under the bush, and
thus the thing was plain. The poor lunatic had come in sight of the
dangling rope, and the temptation to suicide was irresistible. To people
in a deranged state of mind the mere sight of the means of
self-destruction is often a temptation impossible to withstand. But at
that moment he must have heard the steps--probably the voices--of the
brothers behind him on the winding path. He immediately hid in the bush
till they had passed. It is probable that seeing who the men were, and
conjecturing that they were following him--thinking also, perhaps, of
things that had occurred between them and himself--his inclination to
self-destruction became completely ungovernable, with the result that
you saw.
"But before I inspected the bush I noticed one or two more things about
the body. You remember I inquired if either of the brothers Foster was
left-handed, and was assured that neither was. But clearly the hand had
been cut off by a left-handed man, with a large, sharply pointed knife.
For well away to the _right_ of where the wrist had hung the knife-point
had made a tiny triangular rent in the coat, so that the hand must have
been held in the mutilator's right hand, while he used the knife with
his left--clearly a left-handed man.
"But most important of all about the body was the jagged hair over the
right ear. Everywhere else the hair was well cut and orderly--here it
seemed as though a good piece had been, so to speak, _sawn_ off. What
could anybody want with a dead man's right hand and certain locks of his
hair? Then it struck me suddenly--the man was hanged; it was the Hand of
Glory!
"Then you will remember I went, at your request, to see the footprints
of the Fosters on the part of the path _past_ the watercourse. Here
again it was muddy in the middle, and the two brothers had walked as far
apart as before, although nobody had walked between them. A final proof,
if one were needed, of my theory as to the three lines of footprints.
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