"Meaning that Sir Malcolm and Miss Farmond were concerned?" said Bisset indignantly. "That's just the ignorance of the uneducated masses, sir! The thing's physically impossible, as I've just been demonstrating!" Carrington smiled and gently shook his head. "I don't know much about these things," said he, "but I'm afraid I can't see the physical impossibility. It was very easy for any one in the house to come downstairs and open that door, and if Sir Reginald knew him, it would account for his silence and the absence of any kind of a struggle." "But yon table and the windie being unfastened! And the mud I picked up myself--and the hearth brush!" "They scarcely make it impossible," said Carrington. "Well, sir," demanded the butler, "what's your own theory?" Carrington said nothing for several minutes. He strolled up and down the room, looked at the table and the window, and at last asked: "Do you remember quite distinctly what Sir Reginald looked like when you found him--the position of the body--condition of the clothes--and everything else?" "I see him lying there every night o' my life, just as plain as I see you now!" "The feet were towards the door, just as though he had been facing the door when he was struck down?" "Aye, but then my view is the body was moved----" He was interrupted by a curious performance on Mr. Carrington's part. His visitor was in fact stretching himself out on the floor on the spot where Sir Reginald was found. "He lay like this?" he asked. "Aye, practically just like that, sir." "Now, Bisset," said the recumbent visitor, "just have a very good look at me and tell me if you notice any difference between me and the body of Sir Reginald." Bisset looked for a few seconds and then exclaimed: "Your clothes are no alike! The master's coat was kind of pulled up like about his shoulders and neck. Oh, and I mind now the tag at the back for hanging it up was broken and sticking out." Carrington sprang to his feet with a gleam in his eye. "The tag was not broken before he put on the coat?" "It certainly was not that! But what's your deduction, sir?" Carrington smiled at him. "What do you think yourself, Bisset? You saw how I threw myself down quite carelessly and yet my coat wasn't pulled up like that." "God, sir!" cried the butler. "You mean the corp had been pulled along the floor by the shoulders!" Carrington nodded. "Then he had been killed near the windie!" "Not too fast, not too fast!" smiled Carrington. "Your own first statement which I happened to read in a back number of the newspaper the other day said that the windows were all fastened when Sir Reginald came into the room." "Ah, but I've been altering my opinion on that point, sir." Carrington shook his head. "I'm afraid because a fastened window doesn't suit your theory." "But the master might have opened it to him, thinking it was some one he knew." "Sounds improbable," said Carrington thoughtfully.