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He said very gently and softly:

«Leslie…?»

V

When Blore returned from the house with a rope coiled over his arm, he found Armstrong where he had left him staring down into the depths.

Blore said breathlessly: «Where’s Mr. Lombard?»

Armstrong said carelessly: «Gone to test some theory or other. He’ll be back in a minute. Look here, Blore, I’m worried.»

«I should say we were all worried.»

The doctor waved an impatient hand.

«Of course – of course. I don’t mean it that way. I’m thinking of old Macarthur.»

«What about him, sir?»

Dr. Armstrong said grimly: «What we’re looking for is a madman. What price Macarthur?»

Blore said incredulously: «You mean he’s homicidal?»

Armstrong said doubtfully:

«I shouldn’t have said so. Not for a minute. But of course I’m not a specialist in mental diseases. I haven’t really had any conversation with him – I haven’t studied him from that point of view.»

Blore said doubtfully:

«Ga ga, yes! But I wouldn’t have said —»

Armstrong cut in with a slight effort as of a man who pulls himself together.

«You’re probably right! Damn it all, there must be some one hiding on the island! Ah! here comes Lombard.»

They fastened the rope carefully.

Lombard said: «I’ll help myself all I can. Keep a lookout for a sudden strain on the rope,»

After a minute or two, while they stood together watching Lombard’s progress, Blore said:

«Climbs like a cat, doesn’t he?»

There was something odd in his voice.

Dr. Armstrong said: «I should think he must have done some mountaineering in his time.»

«Maybe.»

There was a silence and the ex-Inspector said:

«Funny sort of cove altogether. D’you know what I think?»

«What?»

Hes a wrong un!

Armstrong said doubtfully: «In what way?»

Blore grunted. Then he said:

«I don’t know – exactly. But I wouldn’t trust him a yard.»

Dr. Armstrong said; «I suppose he’s led an adventurous life.»

Blore said: «I bet some of his adventures have had to be kept pretty dark.» He paused and then went on: «Did you happen to bring a revolver along with you, doctor?»

Armstrong stared.

«Me? Good Lord, no. Why should I?»

Blore said: «Why did Mr. Lombard?»

Armstrong said doubtfully: «I suppose – habit.»

Blore snorted.

A sudden pull came on the rope. For some moments they had their hands full. Presently, when the strain relaxed, Blore said:

«There are habits and habits! Mr. Lombard takes a revolver to out-of-the-way places, right enough, and a primus and a sleeping bag and a supply of bug powder, no doubt! But habit wouldn’t make him bring the whole outfit down here! It’s only in books people carry revolvers around as a matter of course,»

Dr. Armstrong shook his head perplexedly.

They leaned over and watched Lombard’s progress. His search was thorough and they could see at once that it was futile. Presently he came up over the edge of the cliff. He wiped the perspiration from his forehead.

«Well,» he said. «We’re up against it. It’s the house or nowhere.»

VI

The house was easily searched. They went through the few outbuildings first and then turned their attention to the building itself. Mrs. Rogers’ yard measure discovered in the kitchen dresser assisted them. But there were no hidden spaces left unaccounted for. Everything was plain and straightforward, a modern structure devoid of concealments. They went through the ground floor first. As they mounted to the bedroom floor, they saw through the landing window Rogers carrying out a tray of cocktails to the terrace.

Philip Lombard said lightly:

«Wonderful animal, the good servant. Carries on with an impassive countenance.»

Armstrong said appreciatively: «Rogers is a first-class butler, I’ll say that for him!»

Blore said: «His wife was a pretty good cook, too. That dinner – last night —»

They turned in to the first bedroom.

Five minutes later they faced each other on the landing. No one hiding – no possible hiding-place.

Blore said: «There’s a little stair here.»

Dr. Armstrong said: «It leads up to the servants’ room.»

Blore said: «There must be a place under the roof – for cisterns, water tank, etc. It’s the best chance – and the only one!»

And it was then, as they stood there, that they heard the sound from above. A soft furtive footfall overhead.

They all heard it. Armstrong grasped Blore’s arm. Lombard held up an admonitory finger.

«Quiet – listen.»

It came again – some one moving softly, furtively, overhead.

Armstrong whispered: «He’s actually in the bedroom itself. The room where Mrs. Rogers’ body is.»

Blore whispered back: «Of course! Best hiding-place he could have chosen! Nobody likely to go there. Now then – quiet as you can.»

They crept stealthily upstairs.

On the little landing outside the door of the bedroom they paused again. Yes, some one was in the room. There was a faint creak from within.

Blore whispered:

«Now.»

He flung open the door and rushed in, the other two close behind him. Then all three stopped dead.

Rogers was in the room, his hands full of garments.

VII

Blore recovered himself first. He said:

«Sorry – er – Rogers. Heard some one moving about in here, and thought – well —»

He stopped.