One or two branches of a shrub close to the wall were broken and bent, and one of the stones, which projected beyond the rest sufficiently to afford a precarious foothold, was slightly chipped and scraped on the edge. It was just such a mark as might have been caused by a man standing on it to look into the window, and on making the experiment I found that a man of Livenza’s height, which was about my own, could easily have grasped the stone sill, looked into the room, and fired a revolver through the broken pane. Just as I had made this discovery the police ordered me away from the house, and I went back to the front to wait for my tarrying authority. Mercy brought it. The Duke had been at the Palace, and on the receipt of my note had given her a paper which he declared would do all I wished until the more formal authority should be ready. Armed with this I summoned Rubio, showed it him, and with my sister was admitted to the house. I sent her at once in search of Dolores while I questioned Rubio. "You see my authority, Senor Rubio; be good enough to tell me all you know of the matter, and as quickly as possible." "We know very little as yet. His Excellency was alone in the library when I arrived to see him on business. The servant took my name to him, and came running back in alarm, crying that he was lying dead on the floor, having dropped out of his chair where he had been sitting. He was as dead as a coffin, shot through the head, here in the temple," and he put his hand to his own head to indicate the place. "How do you suppose it happened?" "No one can tell, senor. He had been dead perhaps half an hour, so the doctors said; no one was with him, and no one was known to have seen him for perhaps an hour before that time. No cry was heard; no sound, indeed; and yet he was dead. The Carlists must have obtained admission to the house secretly, and have escaped as they came." "Take me to the room," I said, and he led the way in silence. "Show me exactly where he was found." He pointed out the spot. "Now just sit in that chair a moment;" and, much wondering, he took his seat at Quesada’s writing table. I stood on the side away from the window, and a glance was enough to show me that his head was in a direct line with the broken pane of glass. "Was the window fastened?" I asked. "Yes, I myself examined it." "That broken pane of glass?" "It was broken by his Excellency himself to-day, and he had given orders for the repair of it." The answer surprised me, but a moment’s reflection showed me what might have happened. "How came it broken, and when; do you know?"