“That's interesting,” he said, passing his hand over a part of the jacket underneath. “He's been soaked to the skin by the feel of the cloth. Did that rain come down suddenly last night, inspector?” “It sounded like a thunder-shower, sir. Dry one minute and pouring cats and dogs the next, I remember.” “That might account for it, then. We proceed. I can see only one wound on him, so far as the front's concerned. No indication of robbery, since his raincoat was buttoned up and the jacket also. Help me to lift him up, inspector, so that we can get his arm free without scraping it about too much. If he wore a wrist-watch, it may have stopped conveniently when he fell, for he seems to have come rather a purler when he dropped.” Armadale raised the left side of the body slightly, and Sir Clinton levered the twisted arm gently into a more normal position. “You're right, sir,” the inspector exclaimed, pointing to the strap on the dead man's wrist. He bent forward as though to turn the hand of the body, but the chief constable stopped him with an imperative gesture. “Gently, inspector, gently. We may need to be cautious.” Very carefully he manœuvred the dead man's wrist until they could see the face of the watch. “It's stopped at 11.19,” Armadale pointed out. “That gives us the moment when he fell, then. It doesn't seem of much use to us yet, though.” Wendover detected a flaw in the inspector's assumption. “Some people forget to wind up their watches now and again. Perhaps he did, the night before last; and it might have stopped of its own accord at 11.19, before he was shot at all.” “Dear me, squire! This is a break-away from the classics with a vengeance. I thought it was always taken for granted that a watch stopped conveniently at the very moment of the murder. But perhaps you're right. We can always test it.” “How?” demanded Wendover. “By winding it up now, counting the clicks of the rachet as we do it; then let it run fully down and wind up again, also counting the clicks. If the two figures tally, then it's run down naturally; if they don't it's been forcibly stopped. But I doubt if we'll need to bother about that. There must be some better evidence than that somewhere, if we can only lay hands on it.” Wendover's eyes had been ranging over the surface of the rock; and, as Sir Clinton finished his exposition, Wendover drew his attention to a shiny object lying at the other end of Neptune's Seat. “Just have a look at it, squire, will you? I'm busy here just now. Now, inspector, it seems to me as if some of this watch-glass is missing. There doesn't seem enough to cover the dial. Let's have a look under the body and see if the rest's there.” Armadale raised the dead man sufficiently to enable Sir Clinton to examine the spot where the watch had struck the rock.