"It was probably put there to hide the falling wall-paper,--the place is going to rack and ruin," said Galloway, pointing to the top of the wardrobe, where the faded wall-paper, mildewed and wet with damp, was hanging in festoons. "Now, Queensmead, lead the way outside. I've seen all I want to see in this room." "Would you like to see the room where Ronald and Mr. Glenthorpe dined?" suggested the constable. "It's on this floor, on the other side of Mr. Glenthorpe's bedroom." "We can see that later. I want to examine outside before it gets dark." They left the room. The innkeeper was waiting patiently in the passage, standing motionless at the head of the staircase, with his head inclining forward, like a marsh heron fishing in a dyke. He hastened towards them. "I noticed a reading-lamp by Mr. Glenthorpe's bedside, Mr. Benson," said Colwyn. "Did he use that as well as the gas?" "He rarely used the gas, sir, though it was put into the room at his request. He found the reading-lamp suited his sight better." "Did he use candles? I saw no candlestick in the room." "He never used candles, sir--only the reading-lamp." "When was the gas-globe smashed? Last night?" "It must have been, sir. Ann says it was quite all right yesterday." "I've got my own idea how that was done," said Galloway, who had been an attentive listener to the innkeeper's replies to Colwyn's questions. "Show the way downstairs to the back door, Mr. Benson." The innkeeper preceded them down the stairs and along the passage to another one, which terminated in a latched door, which he opened. "How was this door fastened last night?" asked Galloway. "By this bolt at the top," said the innkeeper, pointing to it. "There is no key--only this catch." "Is this the only back outlet from the inn?" asked Colwyn. "Yes, sir." At Galloway's suggestion they first went to the side of the inn, in order to examine the ground beneath the windows. The fence enclosing the yard had fallen into disrepair, and had many gaps in it. There were no footprints visible in the red clay of the natural passage-way between the inn wall and the hill, either beneath the window of Ronald's room or Mr. Glenthorpe's window. "The absence of footprints means nothing," said Galloway. "Ronald may have climbed from one room to the other in his stocking feet, and then put on his boots to remove the body. Even if he wore his boots he might have left no marks, if he walked lightly." "I am not so sure of that," said Colwyn. "But what do you make of this?" He pointed to an impression in the red earth underneath Mr. Glenthorpe's window--a line so faint as to be barely noticeable, running outward from the wall for about eighteen inches, with another line about the same length running at right angles from it. Superintendent Galloway examined these two lines closely and then shook his head as though to intimate he could make nothing of them. "What do you think they are?" said Mr. Cromering, turning to Colwyn.