“That proves they were both about the same weight, which is quite likely. Now, Maggie, go back again; sit where you sat on Saturday afternoon. I shall drop into this easy chair. I want to find out if the chair makes as much noise with me as it did with Mr. Eames. I mean to say”—the Superintendent bit his lip for a second—“that time you heard Mr. Eames fall into it, after he had taken his medicine. Knock once on the wall if it's not so loud, and twice if it's louder.” He listened till he heard Maggie draw up her chair, then he dropped heavily into his. Maggie knocked once. He let himself fall with all his weight, and Maggie came in. “That's as near as no matter, sir, to the sound poor Mr. Eames made.” Pointer weighed fourteen stone and Eames he had guessed as under ten. The drug must have acted very quickly. “And now I want to move about the room and see if I can make as little noise as Eames did later on—when you heard him come back and lock his door.” Maggie changed rooms again. Pointer took off both boots. He prided himself on his light footwork, and walking like Agag he crept around the room. Maggie knocked twice. He tried again. Again she knocked twice and then came in. “Oh, you made ever so much more noise, sir, but then you'd make four of poor Mr. Eames. With him I didn't hear steps at all.” “You didn't hear my steps either surely,” Pointer insisted, as he relaced his boots. “Perhaps not as steps, sir, but, dear me, with Mr. Eames on Saturday I could only hear a drawer being pulled out ever so gently and then shut, after a minute almost without a sound, as you might say. If it hadn't been for the boards creaking and papers rustling, I couldn't have believed there was anyone in there, part of the time.” “Papers rustling. As though they were being scrunched up, or turned over like this?” He illustrated both sounds with a newspaper. Maggie nodded as he refolded a sheet and drew it out of a make-believe envelope. “That's the sound, sir, but there's the housekeeper's bell. And for goodness' sake don't let her know that it was I who said anything to you about that man who looked like the other gentleman. She told us someone had been chattering and that the management wouldn't have it. Of course, I said like the others that it wasn't me.” “You mean about Mr. Sikes, whom you thought was Mr. Beale?” She nodded. “Shall I come back here when she's finished giving out the towels?” But Pointer shook his head. “Hardly worth while. By the way, what time did Miss Leslie get back the day before yesterday? Pretty late, wasn't it?” “I don't know when she got back, sir. I found her in bed when I came to do her room, which I always leaves till last so that the water will be fresher. She did have a time on the river in all that wet. Rotten it must have been. I don't wonder she didn't want to stick it out.” “What time did you go into her room on Saturday evening, did you say?”