7
“THE MOMENT is now come for me to make a confession,” said Milsom. “When those doctor-men’s eyes were glistening with stupidity on the morning the body was found, and they were insisting that no one should leave the house on pain of incarceration in a police cell, I slipped out to the car to get my cigarette case, and, cuddling up to the bottom step of that bungalow, I found this.” He moved to his writing table and took from the drawer an envelope containing the stub of a cigar.
“But this may have been thrown down by one of the doctors as he entered the house.”
“That is what I thought, but this was dead and cold. It must have been lying there for hours after life became extinct.”
“You ought to have handed this over to the police long ago.”
“No doubt I ought, but as I’ve already hint
