“They may have been part of a beaded veil or the trimming of a dress, but the grouping rather suggests to me a tag of bead fringe. The colour is rather unusual.”

“I thought they looked like black beads.”

“So they do by this light, but I think that by daylight we shall find them to be a dark, reddish-brown. You can see the colour now if you look at the smaller fragments of the one that is crushed.”

He handed me his lens, and, when I had verified his statement, he produced from his pocket a small tin box with a closely-fitting lid in which he deposited the paper, having first folded it up into a small parcel.

“We will put the pencil in too,” said he; and, as he returned the box to his pocket he added: “you had better get one of these little boxes from Polton. It is often useful to have a safe receptacle for small and fragile articles.”