' 'And how could
they affect to question anything so clear?' I asked.
'There did come, nevertheless, a kind of mist over the subject, which
gave those who chose to talk unpleasantly an opportunity of insinuating
suspicions, though they could not themselves find the clue of the mystery.
In the first place, it appeared that he had gone to bed very tipsy, and
that he was heard sing ing and noisy in his room while getting to bed--not
the mood in which men make away with themselves. Then, although his own
razor was found in that dreadful blood (it is shocking to have to hear all
this) near his right hand, the fingers of his left were cut to the bone.
Then the memorandum book in which his bets were noted was nowhere to be
found. That, you know, was very odd. His keys were there attached to a
chain. He wore a great deal of gold and trinkets. I saw him, wretched
man, on the course. They had got off their horses. He and your uncle were
walking on the course.'
'Did he look like a gentleman?' I inquired, as I dare say, other young
ladies would.
'He looked like a Jew, my dear. He had a horrid brown coat with a velvet
cape, curling black hair over his collar, and great whiskers, very high
shoulders, and he was puffing a cigar straight up into the air.
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