to be seen.

"Judging by the loss of blood, death must have come quickly."

"There was no struggle, evidently, for everything in the room was
in perfect order when we entered it."

"There is not even a chair misplaced. His Bible is there on the
desk, he may have been preparing for to-day's sermon."

"Yes, that is the case; because see, here are some notes in his
handwriting."

The Count and Judge von Kormendy spoke these sentences at intervals
as they made their examination of the room. The local magistrate
was able to answer one or two simpler questions, but for the most
part he could only shrug his shoulders in helplessness. Nothing had
been seen or heard that was at all unusual during the night in the
rectory. When the old housekeeper was called up she could say
nothing more than this. Indeed, it was almost impossible for the
old woman to say anything, her voice choked with sobs at every
second word. None of the household force had noticed anything
unusual, or could remember anything at all that would throw light
on this mystery.

"Well, then, sir, we might just as well sit down and wait for the
detective's arrival," said the judge.

"You are waiting for some one besides the doctor?" asked the local
magistrate timidly.