"It wasn't money they were after," observed the inspector, "but there was an object. He'd that on him that his murderer was anxious to get. And the fact that the murderer left all this gold untouched is the worst feature of the affair--from our point of view." "Why, now?" inquired Mr. Raven. "Because, sir, it shows that the murderer, whoever he was, had plenty of money on him," replied the inspector grimly. "And as he had, he'd have little difficulty in getting away. Probably he got an early morning train, north or south, and is hundreds of miles off by this time. But we must do our best--and we'll get to work now." Leaving everything to the police--obviously with relief and thankfulness--Mr. Raven retired from the scene, inviting the two medical men and the inspector into the house with him, to take, as he phrased, a little needful refreshment; he sent out a servant to minister to the constables in the same fashion. Leaving him and his guests in the morning-room and refusing Mr. Cazalette's invitation to join him in his photographic enterprise, I turned into the big hall and there found Miss Raven. I was glad to find her alone; the mere sight of her, in her morning freshness, was welcome after the gruesome business in which I had just been engaged. I think she saw something of my thoughts in my face, for she turned to me sympathetically. "What a very unfortunate thing that this should have happened at the very beginning of your visit!" she exclaimed. "Didn't it give you an awful shock, to find that poor fellow?--so unexpectedly!" "It was certainly not a pleasant experience," I answered. "But--I was not quite as surprised as you might think." "Why not?" she asked. "Because--I can't explain it, quite--I felt, yesterday, that the man was running risks by showing his money as foolishly as he did," I replied. "And, of course, when I found him, I thought he'd been murdered for his money." "And yet he wasn't!" she said. "For you say it was all found on him. What an extraordinary mystery! Is there no clue? I suppose he must really have been killed by that man who was spoken of at the inn? You think they met?" "To tell you the truth," I answered, "at present I don't know what to think--except that this is merely a chapter in some mystery--an extraordinary one, as you remark. We shall hear more. And, in the meantime--a much pleasanter thing--won't you show me round the house? Mr. Raven is busy with the police-inspector and the doctors, and--I'm anxious to know what the extent of my labours may be."