"Oh, but, my dear girl, you must have been," Morriston insisted
vehemently. "We have found the explanation of the stains on Miss
Tredworth's dress and on yours."
"You have?" his sister replied, looking at him curiously.
"Yes; beyond all doubt. The mystery is made clear. Come and see."
He led the way across the hall and up the first story of the tower.
"There's the explanation," he said, pointing to some dark red patches on
the back of a sofa and on the carpet below.
"It is not a pleasant idea," Morriston said; "but you see these marks are
directly under the place where the dead man lay in the room above. The
blood from his wound evidently ran through the chinks of the flooring on
to the beams of the ceiling here and so fell drop by drop on the couch
and on any one sitting there. Rather gruesome, but I am sure we must be
all very glad to get the simple explanation. The only wonder is that no
one thought of it before."
"Muriel was sitting just at that end of the sofa when I proposed to her,"
Kelson said in a low voice to Gifford.
"I am delighted the matter is so completely accounted for," his friend
returned.
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