He dropped his gun and also it would seem this queer
card--V.V. 341, whatever that may mean--and he made his escape
through the window and across the moat at the very moment when
Cecil Barker was discovering the crime. How's that, Mr. Holmes?"
"Very interesting, but just a little unconvincing."
"Man, it would be absolute nonsense if it wasn't that anything
else is even worse!" cried MacDonald. "Somebody killed the man,
and whoever it was I could clearly prove to you that he should
have done it some other way. What does he mean by allowing his
retreat to be cut off like that? What does he mean by using a
shotgun when silence was his one chance of escape? Come, Mr.
Holmes, it's up to you to give us a lead, since you say Mr. White
Mason's theory is unconvincing."
Holmes had sat intently observant during this long discussion,
missing no word that was said, with his keen eyes darting to
right and to left, and his forehead wrinkled with speculation.
"I should like a few more facts before I get so far as a theory,
Mr. Mac," said he, kneeling down beside the body. "Dear me! these
injuries are really appalling.
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