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As far as could be discovered from a close examination of the drawing-room, no valuables appeared to be missing. When the butler came to himself, he gave a more or less collected account of the affair. He had walked into the drawing-room without troubling to turn on the lights. He could easily go to the card-table, seeing that the room was so familiar to him. He would have taken what he required and returned to his company, if he had not heard the sound of somebody breathing. Consequently he switched on the electrics in the little drawing-room. He was amazed to see two men standing there engaged in removing the Dragon Vase from its pedestal. He was so utterly astonished that he had not the sense to call for assistance, and before he regained his self-possession, one of the men struck him a violent blow on the head with what he thought was the butt end of a revolver.
After that he recollected no more. He had fallen in his tracks, like an ox. The blow had been directed with a purpose. A little more to the right and it might have proved fatal.