Ayscough turned on the light and advanced into the hall. There was nothing there beyond what one would expect to see in the hall of a well-furnished house, nor was there anything but good furniture, soft carpets, and old pictures to look at in the first room into which he and Melky glanced. But in the room behind there were evidences of recent occupation--a supper-table was laid: there was food on it, a cold fowl, a tongue--one plate had portions of both these viands laid on it, with a knife and fork crossed above them; on another plate close by, a slice of bread lay, broken and crumbled--all the evidences showed that supper had been laid for two, that only one had sat down to it: that he had been interrupted at the very beginning of his meal--a glass half-full of a light French wine stood near the pushed-aside plate. "Looks as if one of 'em had been having a meal, had had to leave it, and had never come back to it," remarked Ayscough. "Him outside, no doubt. Let's see the other rooms." There was nothing to see beyond what they would have expected to see--except that in one of the bedrooms, in a drawer pulled out from a dressing-table and left open, lay a quantity of silver and copper, with here and there a gold coin shining amongst it. Ayscough made a significant motion of his head at the sight. "Another proof of--hurry!" he said. "Somebody's cleared out of this place about as quick as he could! Money left lying about--unfinished meal--door open--all sure indications. Well, we've seen enough for the present. Our people'll make a thorough search later. Come downstairs again." Neither Ayscough nor Melky were greatly inclined for conversation or speculation, and they waited in silence near the gate, both thinking of the still figure lying behind the laurel bushes until the police came. Then followed whispered consultations between Ayscough and the inspector, and arrangements for the removal of the dead man to the mortuary and the guardianship and thorough search of the house--and that done, Ayscough beckoned Melky out into the road. "Glad to be out of that--for this time, anyway!" he said, with an air of relief. "There's too much atmosphere of murder and mystery--what they call Oriental mystery--for me in there, Mr. Rubinstein! Now then, there's something we can do, at once. Did I understand you to say these two were medical students at University College?" "So Mr. Penniket said," replied Melky. "S'elp me! I never heard of 'em till this afternoon!" "You're going to hear a fine lot about 'em before long, anyway!" remarked Ayscough. "Well--we'll just drive on to Gower Street--somebody'll know something about 'em there, I reckon."