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had certified to the cause of death,'
informed Pyne that it was undoubt
edly cerebral apoplexy, the temporal
artery having broken, leaving a small
round stain at the front" of the ear,
due to suffused blood.
The net result was nothing. And
yet Pyne was convinced that CoL.
Hartley had been murdered.
He stood alone in the library,
looking into the shining, inscrutable
eyes of the Buddha, which seemed to
whisper hints 6f something diaboli
cal. He entered the renovated pantry
and sounded the wall There was
only lath and plaster. The painter
stated that he -had only panered and
painted; the wall had beenbsolute
Pyne was almost in despair when
a chance remark of ' a townsman
gave him a clue. Three years before
a party of Veddahs, the aborigines
of Ceylon", had been on show in Lon
don, and the authorities had brought
them for a day to the colonel's house,
ta have him talk with them about
certain1 matters of the contract
which the interpreter could not un
derstand. Colonel Hartley had been
a linguistic expert, and the Veddahs,
who were now pack in Ceylon, were
delighted with the result- of their
Pyne felt the clue but he did not
see it v
"Ram Gus, I am satisfied that you
had nothing to do with the colonel's
death," he said to the butler. And
Bam Gus, who- had watched him
with uneasiness which he could
hardly conceal, suddenly thawed
"It is hard to be suspected of
having caused the death of a beloved
master," he said.
"Very sad, and very unfortunate,"
answered Pyne. "Well, I shall leave
tomorrow, after pronouncing my
opinion in the presence of Mr. Arthur
Hartley. You will. not object, to my
bringing him here?"
"Not at allr" answered Ram Gus,
grinning all over his black face.
That night, when Ram Gus was
sleeping, Pyne crept downstairs and
verified certain suspicions which had
become already a moral certainty.
The next morning, when Arthur
Hartley arrived, with his "wife, the
three confronted the butler.
"I have discovered -the murderer,"
said Pyne suddenly, and noted the
start the butler gave. "Come 'this
He led them into the-unused pan
try. He had stripped the section of
paper, from the- wall adjacent to the
Buddha in the next room. There was
a tiny circular hole in the plaster, too
small to have been noticed by the pa
perhanger. Inserting a blade of grass,
Pyne pushed it clear to the end.
Ram Gus, who had remained in
consternation at the door, gave a
sickly smile and' sat down on a kitch
en chair which was in the room.
Pyne led the others into the li
brary. He went up to the Buddha
and pressed the beady red eyes. They
fell backward upon their tiny hinges,'
revealing the end of the grass blade
at the back of the right eye.
"Here is where Colonel Hartley
was standing when he met his
death," said Pyne, taking up his po
sition on the floor. He was killed
through the right eye. He was ob
served through from the next room
through the left eye, by means of a
"But how was he killed?" ques
tioned Arthur Hartley, thunder
struck. "By an overdose of curare," an
swered Pyne. "It" is a drug well
known to the Veddahs of Ceylon,
and discharged with fatal effect by
means of a blowpipe Here," he end
ed, taking a little reedy tube from his
pocket, "is the blowpipe, which I dis
covered inside the head of the Bud
dha. The butler had left it there
and but for the Veddah clue I should
never have suspected its existence.
The blowpipe discharges a dart im
pregnated with poison, so tiny that
it passes into the flesh and is imme-