It took some time after that to explain to an incredulous Boyd that although Scoville was ordinarily and naturally left-handed, he ate, played golf, and shot right-handedly. I believe this is not an uncommon phenomenon; in fact, two instances of such partial ambidexterity, if it can be called so, have occurred in my own acquaintance.
Hicks and Flora were dismissed at the arrival of the man Boyd had set to trace the chocolates responsible for the death of that ill-fated girl. The manufacturer’s name was, of course, on the box, which was an exceedingly elaborate one. The chocolates had cost, I believe, forty shillings. By good fortune, the shop at which they had been bought had been easily and quickly located. The man had gone first to the main branch in Piccadilly, and then, as a likely pl
