The two detectives gazed down to where I indicated, and then
looked at each other without exchanging a word.
As we stood there dumbfounded at the disappearance of the body,
the Highlander's quick glance caught something, and stooping he
picked it up and examined the little object by the aid of his
lantern.
Within his palm I saw lying a tiny little gold cross, about an
inch long, enameled in red, while in the center was a circular
miniature of a kneeling saint, an elegant and beautifully executed
little trinket which might have adorned a lady's bracelet.
"This is a pretty little thing!" remarked the detective. "It may
possibly lead us to something. But, Mr. Gregg," he added, turning
to me, "are you quite certain you left the body here?"
"Certain?" I echoed. "Why, look at the ho
