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closest, there is no closing brace of punctures." He rapidly drew connecting lines through the points he had plotted.
Sergeant Skillin, looking over his shoulder, remarked, "Well, they might be the marks of the tacks that held on a cloth cover, as I've said. You see, since the person was so unskillful as not to keep his lines straight, they'd diverged at the right side, so that he had to put in an extra pair of tacks."
" But if he wasn't unskillful?" asked Dr. Wendover. "If that design follows very carefully a pattern? Then, Skillin, does that pattern suggest anything to you?"
" It looks like an elongated horseshoe pointing to the left."
" Yes. And by your insight, by your reading the writing punctured on this panel, you have got your man."
Sergeant Skillin was quite pleased at the praise, even more doubtful of the statement, and completely puzzled at the demonstration. So he naturally said nothing.
" Yes," went on Dr. Wendover, stretching himself. "Take a chair, Sergeant. Thought contracts the muscles, do what we will. Well, it's over. We can relax. We've time. Smirke was so clever that he's quite at his ease. He won't move till you come for him, and then he'll go quiet, certain you can't know, or if you suspect, can't prove. All we have to do now, as I suspect you've seen through to the end, is to make certain that the jury has as clear a view as we. You're undoubtedly rightthat almost-closed curve, plotted by those pairs of punctures on the underside of that top board of the ladder, are the print or outline of a horseshoe, or, if you like to put it in criminal-court language, of the weapon with which Mrs. Smirke was killed. And the small `mouth' in that ladder's

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