in the basin, where he had washed his hands, and marks on the sheets where he had deliberately wiped his
I glanced at Holmes on hearing the description of the murderer, which tallied so exactly with his own. There was, however, no trace of exultation or satisfaction upon his face.
“Did you find nothing in the room which could furnish a clue to the murderer?” he asked.
“Nothing. Stangerson had Drebber’s purse in his pocket, but it seems that this was usual, as he did all the paying. There was eighty odd pounds in it, but nothing had been taken.
Whatever the motives of these extraordinary crimes, robbery is certainly not one of them.
There were no papers or memoranda in the murdered man’s pocket, except a single telegram, dated from Cleveland about a month ago, and containing the words, ‘ J. H. is in Europe.’ There was no name appended to this message.”