Aminuteexaminationofthecircumstancesservedonlytomakethecasemorecomplex.Inthefirstplace,noreasoncouldbegivenwhytheyoungmanshouldhavefastenedthedoorupontheinside.Therewasthepossibilitythatthemurdererhaddonethis,andhadafterwardsescapedbythewindow.Thedropwasatleasttwentyfeet,however,andabedof crocusesinfullbloomlaybeneath.Neithertheflowersnortheearthshowedanysignofhavingbeendisturbed,norwerethereanymarksuponthenarrowstripofgrasswhichseparatedthehousefromtheroad.Apparently,therefore,itwastheyoungmanhimselfwhohadfastenedthedoor.Buthowdidhecomebyhisdeath?Noonecouldhaveclimbeduptothewindowwithoutleavingtraces.Supposeamanhadfiredthroughthewindow,hewouldindeedbearemarkableshotwhocouldwitharevolverinflictsodeadlyawound.Again,ParkLaneisafrequentedthoroughfare;thereisacabstandwithinahundredyardsofthehouse.Noonehadheardashot.Andyettherewasthedeadmanandtheretherevolverbullet,whichhadmushroomedout,assoft-nosedbulletswill,andsoinflictedawoundwhichmusthavecausedinstantaneousdeath.SuchwerethecircumstancesoftheParkLaneMystery,whichwerefurther complicatedbyentireabsenceofmotive,since,asIhavesaid,youngAdairwasnotknowntohaveanyenemy,andnoattempthadbeenmadetoremovethemoneyorvaluablesintheroom.AlldayIturnedthesefactsoverinmymind,endeavouringtohituponsometheorywhichcouldreconcilethemall,andtofindthatlineofleastresistancewhichmypoorfriendhaddeclaredtobethestarting-pointofeveryinvestigation.IconfessthatImadelittleprogress.IntheeveningIstrolledacrossthePark,andfoundmyself aboutsixo'clockattheOxfordStreetendofParkLane.Agroupof loafersuponthepavements,allstaringupataparticularwindow,directedmetothehousewhichIhadcometosee.Atall,thinmanwithcolouredglasses,whomIstronglysuspectedofbeingaplain-clothesdetective,waspointingoutsometheoryofhisown,whiletheotherscrowdedroundtolistentowhathesaid.IgotasnearhimasIcould,buthisobservationsseemedtometobeabsurd,soIwithdrewagaininsomedisgust.AsIdidsoIstruckagainstanelderly,deformedman,whohadbeenbehindme,andIknockeddownseveralbookswhichhewascarrying.IrememberthatasIpickedthemup,Iobservedthetitleofoneofthem,THEORIGINOFTREEWORSHIP,anditstruckmethatthefellowmustbesomepoorbibliophile,who,eitherasatradeorasahobby,wasacollectorofobscurevolumes.Iendeavouredtoapologizefortheaccident,butitwasevidentthatthesebookswhichIhadsounfortunatelymaltreatedwereverypreciousobjectsintheeyesoftheir owner.Withasnarlofcontemptheturneduponhisheel,andIsawhiscurvedbackandwhiteside-whiskersdisappearamongthethrong.MyobservationsofNo.427ParkLanedidlittletoclearuptheprobleminwhichIwasinterested.Thehousewasseparatedfromthestreetbyalowwallandrailing,thewholenotmorethanfivefeethigh.Itwasperfectlyeasy,therefore,foranyonetogetintothegarden,butthewindowwasentirelyinaccessible,sincetherewasnowaterpipeor anythingwhichcouldhelpthemostactivemantoclimbit.Morepuzzledthanever,IretracedmystepstoKensington.Ihadnotbeeninmystudyfiveminuteswhenthemaidenteredtosaythatapersondesiredtoseeme.Tomyastonishmentitwasnoneotherthanmystrangeoldbookcollector,hissharp,wizenedfacepeeringoutfromaframeofwhitehair,andhispreciousvolumes,adozenofthematleast,wedgedunder hisrightarm."You'resurprisedtoseeme,sir,"saidhe,inastrange,croakingvoice.IacknowledgedthatIwas."Well,I'veaconscience,sir,andwhenIchancedtoseeyougointothishouse,asIcamehobblingafteryou,Ithoughttomyself,I'lljuststepinandseethatkindgentleman,andtellhimthatifIwasabitgruffinmymannertherewasnotanyharmmeant,andthatIammuch
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