Timperleyâremained undisturbed throughout the time I was here. I stood in the chapel porch over there, where I could see both gravesââ
âIn the dark?â Peter interrupted.
âIt is never entirely dark in an open space, my friend. The departure or entry of the occupant of either grave would have been visible because of the white shroud each would be wearing. There was no such manifestation.â
âWeâve only your word for it,â Meadows said. âPersonally Iâm not at all satisfied with your beÂhaviour, Singh. That you came here by yourself is at leastâsuspicious.â
âIs it?â Singh gave his slow smile. âDo you believe that that I perhaps arranged for Elsie Malden to leave her resting place?â
âJust what are we to think?â Peter demanded. âThe fact remains that Elsie would not leave her grave by daylight. The only time she could have departed was in the interval when you say nothing happened. And those two dead men in the lane are proof that she must have become a vampire.â
âYou are sure it was not George Timperley?â Singh enquired.
âCertain. Heâs back in his coffin.â
âStrange,â the mystic mused. âVery strange.â
âNo more strange than your remarks and behavÂiour,â Meadows said. âWhere have you been during the interval? We lost track of you after those two men were found in the lane.â
There was a queer light in Singhâs eyes as he looked down into the grave.
âI busied myself doing something which all of you gentlemen neglected to do. I looked for evÂidences of the attacker.â
âEvidences?â Peter repeated. âWhat need was there for that? Werenât those two blood-drained corpses sufficient evidence in themselves?â
âNot altogether. I had the wish to discover some sign of the creature, or object, which had so ruthlessly slain them. I was successful. ForÂtunately the night is wet and footprints are clearly visible. In the clayey soil at the side of the lane, not far from your car, doctor, I found signs of heavy boots. Two setsâone belongÂing to a smallish man, and the other to a much bigger person.â
This sudden material discovery in the midst of the supernatural gave Peter a decided mental jolt.
He looked up at Singh fixedly.
âDo you mean,â Meadows asked deliberately, âthat you think ordinary human beings attacked those two poor devils?â
âI consider there is that possibility,â Singh replied. âI expected to find the naked footprints of a womanâbut there were none. Only these footÂprints of two men, going up the bank into the field beyond.â
âAnd then where?â Peter asked quickly.
âI lost them in the grass,â Singh answered, impassive again.
Dr. Meadows became thoughtful. âThis may throw a new light on things.â he said. âIt makes me think of something poor Mrs. Burrows once saidâ ÂYou remember, Peter, when she asked me did I think that perhaps a maniac was at work, making everyÂthing look as though a vampire were the cause?â
âI remember,â Peter assented. âBut no human agency could account for Elsie leaving her coffin. And what about George Timperley? He didnât only leave his coffin: he returned to it! I just canât see any criminal being responsible for things like that.â
âOn the other hand, spirits do not wear size seven and nine boots,â Singh commented.
âIâd like to see those prints,â Meadows decided. âWe had better return this coffin and grave to norÂmal and then perhaps you wonât mind showing me what youâve discovered?â
âWith pleasure,â Singh murmured, and from there on he did not pass any comment. He assisted in the task of re-closing the grave and when it was done, to the point of the wreaths being back in
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