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ouple a welcome holiday； and a prospect of amusing themselves to their heart's content among the sights and shows of the great city。
On their first evening in London they went to the theater。 They were both accustomed to the fresh air of the country； and they felt half stifled by the heat and the gas。 However； they were so pleased with an amusement which was new to them that they went to another theater on the next evening。 On this second occasion； John Zebedee found the heat unendurable。 They left the theater； and got back to their lodgings toward ten o'clock。
Let the rest be told in the words used by Mrs。 Zebedee herself。 She said：
〃We sat talking for a little while in our room； and John's headache got worse and worse。 I persuaded him to go to bed； and I put out the candle （the fire giving sufficient light to undress by）； so that he might the sooner fall asleep。 But he was too restless to sleep。 He asked me to read him something。 Books always made him drowsy at the best of times。
〃I had not myself begun to undress。 So I lit the candle again； and I opened the only book I had。 John had noticed it at the railway bookstall by the name of 'The World of Sleep。' He used to joke with me about my being a sleepwalker； and he said； 'Here's something that's sure to interest you'and he made me a present of the book。
〃Before I had read to him for more than half an hour he was fast asleep。 Not feeling that way inclined； I went on reading to myself。
〃The book did indeed interest me。 There was one terrible story which took a hold on my mindthe story of a man who stabbed his own wife in a sleep…walking dream。 I thought of putting down my book after that； and then changed my mind again and went on。 The next chapters were not so interesting； they were full of learned accounts of why we fall asleep； and what our brains do in that state； and such like。 It ended in my falling asleep； too； in my armchair by the fireside。
〃I don't know what o'clock it was when I went to sleep。 I don't know how long I slept； or whether I dreamed or not。 The candle and the fire had both burned out； and it was pitch dark when I woke。 I can't even say why I wokeunless it was the coldness of the room。
〃There was a spare candle on the chimney… piece。 I found the matchbox； and got a light。 Then for the first time； I turned round toward the bed； and I saw〃
She had seen the dead body of her husband； murdered while she was unconsciously at his sideand she fainted； poor creature； at the bare remembrance of it。
The proceedings were adjourned。 She received every possible care and attention； the chaplain looking after her welfare as well as the surgeon。
I have said nothing of the evidence of the landlady and servants。 It was taken as a mere formality。 What little they knew proved nothing against Mrs。 Zebedee。 The police made no discoveries that supported her first frantic accusation of herself。 Her master and mistress； where she had been last in service； spoke of her in the highest terms。 We were at a complete deadlock。
It had been thought best not to surprise Mr。 Deluc； as yet； by citing him as a witness。 The action of the law was； however； hurried in this case by a private communication received from the chaplain。
After twice seeing； and speaking with； Mrs。 Zebedee； the reverend gentleman was persuaded that she had no more to do than himself with the murder of her husband。 He did not consider that he was ju stified in repeating a confidential communicationhe would only recommend that Mr。 Deluc should be summoned to appear at the next examination。 This advice was followed。
The police had no evidence against Mrs。 Zebedee when the inquiry was resumed。 To assist the ends of justice she was now put into the witness…box。 The discovery of her murdered husband； when she woke in the small hours of the morning； was passed over as rapidly as possible。 Only three questions of importance were put to her。
First； the knife was produced。 Had she ever seen it in her husband's possession？ Never。 Did she know anything about it？ Nothing whatever。
Secondly： Did she； or did her husband； lock the bedroom door when they returned from the theater？ No。 Did she afterward lock the door herself？ No。
Thirdly： Had she any sort of reason to give for supposing that she had murdered her husband in a sleep…walking dream？ No reason； except that she was beside herself at the time； and the book put the thought into her head。
After this the other witnesses were sent out of court The motive for the chaplain's communication now appeared。 Mrs。 Zebedee was asked if anything unpleasant had occurred between Mr。 Deluc and herself。
Yes。 He had caught her alone on the stairs at the lodging…house； had presumed to make love to her； and had carried the insult still farther by attempting to kiss her。 She had slapped his face； and had declared that her husband should know of it； if his misconduct was repeated。 He was in a furious rage at having his face slapped； and he said to her： 〃Madam； you may live to regret this。〃
After consultation； and at the request of our Inspector； it was decided to keep Mr。 Deluc in ignorance of Mrs。 Zebedee's statement for the present。 When the witnesses were recalled； he gave the same evidence which he had already given to the Inspectorand he was then asked if he knew anything of the knife。 He looked at it without any guilty signs in his face； and swore that he had never seen it until that moment。 The resumed inquiry ended； and still nothing had been discovered。
But we kept an eye on Mr。 Deluc。 Our next effort was to try if we could associate him with the purchase of the knife。
Here again （there really did seem to be a sort of fatality in this case） we reached no useful result。 It was easy enough to find out the wholesale cutlers； who had manufactured the knife at Sheffield； by the mark on the blade。 But they made tens of thousands of such knives； and disposed of them to retail dealers all over Great Britainto say nothing of foreign parts。 As to finding out the person who had engraved the imperfect inscription （without knowing where； or by whom； the knife had been purchased） we might as well have looked for the proverbial needle in the bundle of hay。 Our last resource was to have the knife photographed； with the inscribed side uppermost； and to send copies to every police…station in the kingdom。
At the same time we reckoned up Mr。 DelucI mean that we made investigations into his past lifeon the chance that he and the murdered man might have known each other； and might have had a quarrel； or a rivalry about a woman； on some former occasion。 No such discovery rewarded us。
We found Deluc to have led a dissipated life； and to have mixed with very bad company。 But he had kept out of reach of the law。 A man may be a profligate vagabond； may insult a lady； may say threatening things to her； in the first stinging sensation of having his face slappedbut it doesn't follow from these blots on his character that he has murdered her husband in the dead of the night。
Once more； then； when we were called upon to report ourselves； we had no evidence to produce。 The photographs failed to discover the owner of the knife； and to explain its interrup