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128 Reggie finished his examination and turned to the two doctors, who were waiting on him reverently. "Anything in particular occur to you, gentlemen?"

"Quite straightforward, I think." The divisional surgeon shrugged. "Technically speaking, a very neat bit of work."

"I would go even further," said Dr. Newton. "The crime seems to have been committed with remarkable skill and determination."

"The extraordinary efficiency of the assassin," Reggie murmured. "Yes. Touched the spot every time."

"It would almost seem to suggest some experience in the use of this weapon," said Dr. Newton.

"That is indicated." Reggie nodded at him. "Yes. Deceased been in good health lately?"

"I have been treating him for some time for gastric trouble—a persistent gastric catarrh. It was troublesome, but hardly serious."

And upon that Reggie got rid of them and was left alone with Superintendent Bell. Superintendent Bell cocked an oldish but still bright eye. "And the next thing, sir?" said he.

"I am feeling depressed, Bell. Do you ever have feelings? I feel this is all wrong."

"Well, sir, the evidence is thin, very thin."

"Evidence? Oh, my aunt, we haven't come to evidence yet. I'm uncomfortable. Everything