XXXV
FINE WORK
"No hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on!"
"But yet the pity of it, Iago! Oh, Iago, the pity of it, Iago."
—Othello.
One sentence dropped by Mr. Gryce before leaving R prepared me for his next move.
"The clue to this murder is supplied by the paper on which the confession is written. Find from whose desk or portfolio this especial sheet was taken, and you find the double murderer," he had said.
Consequently, I was not surprised when, upon visiting his house, early the next morning, I beheld him seated before a table on which lay a lady’s writing-desk and a pile of paper, till told the desk was Eleanore’s. Then I did show astonishment. "What," said I, "are you not satisfied yet of her innocence?"
"O yes; but one must be thorough. No conclusion is valuable which is not preceded by a full and complete investigation. Why," he cried, casting his eyes complacently towards the fire-tongs, "I have even been rummaging through Mr. Clavering’s effects, though the confession bears the proof upon its face that it could not have been written by him. It is not enough to look for evidence where you expect to find it. You must sometimes search for it where you don’t. Now,"
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