In silence Baynes led the way to the sink and held forward his
candle. The limbs and body of some large, white bird, torn
savagely to pieces with the feathers still on, were littered all
over it. Holmes pointed to the wattles on the severed head.

"A white cock," said he. "Most interesting! It is really a very
curious case."

But Mr. Baynes had kept his most sinister exhibit to the last.
>From under the sink he drew a zinc pail which contained a
quantity of blood. Then from the table he took a platter heaped
with small pieces of charred bone.

"Something has been killed and something has been burned. We
raked all these out of the fire. We had a doctor in this
morning. He says that they are not human."

Holmes smiled and rubbed his hands.

"I must congratulate you, Inspector, on handling so distinctive
and instructive a case. Your powers, if I may say so without
offence, seem superior to your opportunities."

Inspector Baynes's small eyes twinkled with pleasure.

"You're right, Mr. Holmes. We stagnate in the provinces. A case
of this sort gives a man a chance, and I hope that I shall take
it. What do you make of these bones?"

"A lamb, I should say, or a kid."