plied the lawyer, "or might have been afraid of the noise. Unsnibbing would be quite enough to suggest entry that way."
Ned turned his keen eye hard on him.
"What's your own theory then?"
"I've none," grunted Simon. "No definite evidence one way or the other. Mere guesses are no use."
Ned walked to the window and looked at it carefully. Then he threw it up and looked out into the garden.
"Of course you've looked for footsteps underneath?" he asked.
"Naturally," said Simon. "But it's a hard gravel path and grass beyond. One could fancy one saw traces, but no definite evidence."
The window was one of three together, with stone mullions between. They were long windows reaching down nearly to the level of the floor, so that entrance that way was extremely easy if one of them were open. Cromarty got out and stood on the sill examining the middle sash.
Simon regarded him with a curious caustic look for a moment in his eye.
"Looking for finger marks?" he enquired.
"Yes," said Ned. "Did you look for them?"
For a single instant the Procurator Fiscal seemed a little taken aback. Then he grunted with a half laugh:
"Don't believe much in them."
"Experienced criminals, that's been convicted
