“Well,” said Flambeau, with decision, “I mean that we’ve only found out one thing about Lord Glengyle.  He was a maniac.”

The black silhouette of Gow with his top hat and spade passed the window, dimly outlined against the darkening sky.  Father Brown stared passively at it and answered: 

“I can understand there must have been something odd about the man, or he wouldn’t have buried himself alive—­nor been in such a hurry to bury himself dead.  But what makes you think it was lunacy?”

“Well,” said Flambeau, “you just listen to the list of things Mr. Craven has found in the house.”

“We must get a candle,” said Craven, suddenly.  “A storm is getting up, and it’s too dark to read.”

“Have you found any candles,” asked Brown smiling, “among your oddities?”

Flambeau raised a grave face, and fixed his dark eyes on his friend.

“That is curious, too,” he said.  “Twenty-five candles, and not a trace of a candlestick.”

In the rapidly darkening room and rapidly rising wind, Brown went along the table to where a bundle of wax candles lay among the other scrappy exhibits.  As he did so he bent accidentally over the heap of red-brown dust; and a sharp sneeze cracked the silence.

“Hullo!” he said, “snuff!”

He took one of the candles, lit it carefully, came back and stuck it in the neck of the whisky bottle.  The unrestful night air, blowing through the crazy window, waved the long flame like a banner.  And on every side of the castle they could hear the miles and miles of black pine wood seething like a black sea around a rock.

“I will read the inventory,” began Craven gravely, picking up one of the papers, “the inventory of what we found loose and unexplained in the castle.  You are to understand that the place generally was dismantled and neglected; but one or two rooms had plainly been inhabited in a simple but not squalid style by somebody; somebody who was not the servant Gow.  The list is as follows: 

“First item.  A very considerable hoard of precious stones, nearly all diamonds, and all of them loose, without any setting whatever.  Of course, it is natural that the Ogilvies should have family jewels; but those are exactly the jewels that are almost always set in particular articles of ornament.  The Ogilvies would seem to have kept theirs loose in their pockets, like coppers.

“Second item.  Heaps and heaps of loose snuff, not kept in a horn, or even a pouch, but lying in heaps on the mantelpieces, on the sideboard, on the piano, anywhere.  It looks as if the old gentleman would not take the trouble to look in a pocket or lift a lid.

“Third item.  Here and there about the house curious little heaps of minute pieces of metal, some like steel springs and some in the form of microscopic wheels.  As if they had gutted some mechanical toy.