The Slippers Are Still Under the Chair in the Hall

Holmes had brought with him the carpet slippers from the hall, as eames had observed. The soles of both were dark with blood. Stooping with one of his quick feline pounces, he placed the slipper upon the blood mark on the sill. It exactly corresponded. White mason chuckled and rubbed his fat hands together in professional satisfaction. I said it was a snorter, he cried, and a real snort it is.