His failure in that respect did not appear to rankle with him.

George Lomax did not look particularly well pleased. He detested levity of any kind.

“I’ve got everything taped out pretty clearly,” went on the detective.

He took up two objects from the table. “Here we’ve got the two bullets. The largest is a .455, fired from Mr. Thesiger’s Colt automatic. Grazed the window sash and I found it embedded in the trunk of that cedar tree. This little fellow was fired from the Mauser .25. After passing through Mr. Thesiger’s arm, it embedded itself in this armchair here. As for the pistol itself⁠—”

“Well?” said Sir Oswald eagerly. “Any fingerprints?”

Battle shook his head.