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A forlorn stairway tried still to wind upstairs. It went up out of a corner of the room. A FORLORN STAIRWAY TRIED STILL TO WIND UPSTAIRS IT WENT UP OUT OF A CORNER OF THE ROOM
hat rose above a heap of dirty and smashed rafters was written in red paint KOMPe I.M.B.K. 184. The red paint had dripped down the wall from every letter. Verily we stood upon the scene of the murder. Opposite those red letters across the road was a house with traces of a pleasant ornament below the sills of the windows, a design of grapes and vine. Someone had stuck up a wooden boot on a peg outside the door. Perhaps the cheery design on the wall attracted me. I entered the house and looked round. A chunk of shell lay on the floor, and a little decanter, only chipped at the lip, and part of a haversack of horse-skin. There were pretty tiles on the floor, but dry mud buried them deep: it was like the age-old dirt that gathers in temples in Africa. A man's waistcoat lay on the mud and part of a woman's stays: the waistcoat was black and was probably kept for Sundays. That was all that there was to see on the ground floor, no more flotsam than that had come down to these days from peace. WALL THAT ROSE ABOVE A HEAP OF DIRTY AND SMASHED RAFTERS WAS WRITTEN IN RED PAINT COMPANY I M K ONE EIGHT FOUR THE RED PAINT HAD DRIPPED DOWN THE WALL FROM EVERY LETTER VERILY WE STOOD UPON THE SCENE OF THE MURDER OPPOSITE THOSE RED LETTERS ACROSS THE ROAD WAS A HOUSE WITH TRACES OF A PLEASANT ORNAMENT BELOW THE SILLS OF THE WINDOWS A DESIGN OF GRAPES AND VINE SOME ONE HAD STUCK UP A WOODEN BOOT ON A PEG OUTSIDE THE DOOR PERHAPS THE CHEERY DESIGN OF THE WALL ATTRACTED ME I ENTERED THE HOUSE AND LOOKED AROUND A CHUNK OF SHELL LAY ON THE FLOOR AND A LITTLE DECANTER ONLY CHIPPED AT THE LIP AND PART OF A HAVERSACK OF HORSE SKIN THERE WERE PRETTY TILES ON THE FLOOR BUT DRY MUD BURIED THEM DEEP IT WAS LIKE THE AGE OLD DIRT THAT GATHERS IN TEMPLES IN AFRICA A MAN'S WAISTCOAT LAY ON THE MUD AND PART OF A WOMAN'S STAYS THE WAISTCOAT WAS BLACK AND WAS PROBABLY KEPT FOR SUNDAYS THAT WAS ALL THAT THERE WAS TO SEE ON THE GROUND FLOOR NO MORE FLOTSOME THAN THAT HAD COME DOWN TO THESE DAYS FROM PEACE
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