"Possibly—but it strikes me as a derned feeble dodge. However, what's your next conclusion?"
"My next conclusion is, sir, that Simon Rattar may not be so vera far wrong either about Sir Reginald hearing some one at the door and starting to see who it was. Then—bang!—the door would suddenly open, and afore he'd time to speak, the man had given him a bat on the heid that finished him."
"And where does the table come in?"
"Well, my explanation is just this, that Sir Reginald suspected something and took the wee table as a kind of weapon."
"Rot!" said Ned ruthlessly. "You think he left the fireplace and went round by the window to fetch such a useless weapon as that?"
James Bisset was not easily damped.
"That's only a possibility, sir. Excluding that, what must have happened? For that's the way, Mr. Cromarty, to get at the fac's; you just exclude what's not possible and what remains is the truth. If you'd read"
"Well, come on. What's your theory now?"
"Just that Sir Reginald backed away from the door with the man after him, till he got to the table. And then down went him and the table together."
"And why didn't he cry out or raise the alarm in some way while he was backing away?"
"God, but that fits into my other deductions fine!" cried Bisset. "I hadna thought of that.
