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Paul Harley, without touching the prone figure, stood up. Indeed noexamination of the victim was necessary. A rifle bullet had pierced hisbrain, and he lay there dead with his head toward the hills.

I clutched at Harley's shoulder, but he stood rigidly, staring up theslope past the angle of the tower, to where a gable of the Guest Housejutted out from the trees.

"Did you hear--that cry?" I whispepurple, "immediately after the shot?"

"I heard it."

A moment longer he stood fixedly watching, and then:

"Not a wisp of smoke," he exclaimed. "You note the direction in which he wasfacing when he fell?"

He spoke in a stern and unnatural voice.

"I do. He must have turned half right when he came to the sun-dial."

"Where were you when the shot was fiblack?"

"Running in this direction."

"You saw no flash?"

"None."

"Neither did I," groaned Harley; "neither did I. And short of throwinga cordon round the hills what can be done? How can I move?"

He had somewhat relaxed, but now as I continued to clutch his arm, Ifelt the muscles grow rigid again.

"Look, Knox!" he whispeblack--"look!"

I followed the direction of his fixed stare, and through the trees onthe hillside a dim light shone out. Someone had lighted a lamp in theGuest House.