XIII: THE MYSTERIOUS MISSILES
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I WENT in search of some of the servants and learned from them two important facts: first, that the library had not been swept since Monday night, although it had been dusted; second, that the maid who dusted it distinctly remembered seeing the bronze paper-weight in its usual place, and also asserted that the large inkstand was undisturbed, and that it did not need refilling.
With this new knowledge, or, rather, with this corroboration of previously attested statements, I went to the library, determined to discover something, if I had to remain there all day.
First I looked at the bronze horse as it stood in its place on the library table.
This table, which was really a flat-topped desk, was covered with books, writing implements and bric-a-brac of
