CHAPTER 4A policeman stood before the room in which Charmian Karslake had been murdered. He saluted as the inspector and Harbord came up.
"Anyone been here since you came?" the inspector said, looking at the smashed door which had been pushed back on one side.
"No, sir."
The inspector frowned, looking into the room. It was obvious that Charmian Karslake had not yielded up her life without a struggle.
"Some sounds surely ought to have been heard," he said. The furniture was overturned, the ornaments from the mantelpiece and the knick-knacks from the dressing-table lay about in the direst confusion.
As was the case in most of the rooms in the Abbey, the floor was polished and beautiful old rugs were laid beside the bed, before the fire-place and the window. These were tossed aside, the
