The inspector went quickly to the window and peered out; then he turned and confronted Sir Robert and Seymour.
“He’s dead right enough now,” he said, gravely. “It seems a pity that you gentlemen didn’t take a little more trouble to find out if he was in the first place. You might have saved his life.”
“Hang it, man!” exploded Seymour, angrily, “do you suppose I don’t know a dead man when I see one?”
“I don’t know whether you do or don’t,” answered the other, shortly. “But I’ve never yet heard of a dead man getting up and moving to an adjacent flower-bed. And you say yourself that you left him lying over the window-sill.”
For a moment an angry flush mounted on the soldier’s face, then with an effort, he controlled himself. On the face of it, the inspector was perfectly justified in his
