"Do you know what servants they kept--these two?" asked Ayscough. "They kept none!" answered the policeman. "Seems to me--from what bit I saw, you know--they used the house for little more than sleeping in. I've seen 'em go out of a morning, with books and papers under their arms, and come home at night--similar. But there's no servants there. Anything wrong, Mr. Ayscough?" Ayscough moved toward the bushes. "There's this much wrong," he answered. "There's one of 'em lying dead behind those laurels with a knife-thrust through his throat! And I should say, from the look of things, that he's been lying there several days. Look here!" The policeman looked--and beyond a sharp exclamation, remained stolid. He glanced at his companions, glanced round the garden--and suddenly pointed to a dark patch on the ground. "There's blood there!" he said. "Blood!" "Blood!" exclaimed Ayscough. "There's blood all the way down this path! The man's been stabbed as he came in at that door, and his body was then dragged up the path and thrust in here. Now then!--off you go to the station, and tell 'em what we've found. Get help--he'll have to be taken to the mortuary. And you'll want men to keep a watch on this house--tell the inspector all about it and say I'm here. And here--leave me that lamp of yours." The policeman took off his bull's eye lantern and handed it over. Ayscough let him out of the door, and going back to Melky, beckoned him towards the house. "Let's see if there's any way of getting in here," he said. "My conscience, Mr. Rubinstein!--you must have had some instinct about coming here tonight! We've hit on something--but Lord bless me if I know what it is!" "Mr. Ayscough!" said Melky. "I hadn't a notion of aught like that--it's give me a turn! But don't I know what it means, Mr. Ayscough--not half! It's all of a piece with the rest of it! Murder, Mr. Ayscough--bloody murder! All on account of that orange-yellow diamond we've heard of--at last. Ah!--if I'd known there was that at the bottom of this affair, I'd ha' been a bit sharper in coming to conclusions, I would so! Diamond worth eighty thousand pounds--." Ayscough, who had been busy at the front door of the house, suddenly interrupted his companion's reflections. "The door's open!" he exclaimed. "Open! Not even on the latch. Come on!" Melky shrank back at the prospect of the unlighted hall. There was a horror in the garden, in that bright moonlight--what might there not be in that black, silent house? "Well, turn that there bull's eye on!" he said. "I don't half fancy this sort of exploration. We'd ought to have had revolvers, you know."