第79章 The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez(3)(2 / 3)

I knew that someone had entered the house cautiously from without.

I next examined the corridor.It is lined with cocoanut matting and had taken no impression of any kind.This brought me into the study itself.It is a scantily-furnished room.The main article is a large writing-table with a fixed bureau.This bureau consists of a double column of drawers with a central small cupboard between them.The drawers were open, the cupboard locked.

The drawers, it seems, were always open, and nothing of value was kept in them.There were some papers of importance in the cupboard, but there were no signs that this had been tampered with, and the Professor assures me that nothing was missing.It is certain that no robbery has been committed.

"I come now to the body of the young man.

It was found near the bureau, and just to the left of it, as marked upon that chart.The stab was on the right side of the neck and from behind forwards, so that it is almost impossible that it could have been self-inflicted.""Unless he fell upon the knife," said Holmes.

"Exactly.The idea crossed my mind.But we found the knife some feet away from the body, so that seems impossible.Then, of course, there are the man's own dying words.And, finally, there was this very important piece of evidence which was found clasped in the dead man's right hand."From his pocket Stanley Hopkins drew a small paper packet.

He unfolded it and disclosed a golden pince-nez, with two broken ends of black silk cord dangling from the end of it.

"Willoughby Smith had excellent sight," he added."There can be no question that this was snatched from the face or the person of the assassin."Sherlock Holmes took the glasses into his hand and examined them with the utmost attention and interest.He held them on his nose, endeavoured to read through them, went to the window and stared up the street with them, looked at them most minutely in the full light of the lamp, and finally, with a chuckle, seated himself at the table and wrote a few lines upon a sheet of paper, which he tossed across to Stanley Hopkins.