'Well !', exclaimed What-son, 'I must say, the young man's explanations seemed plausible enough. I trust your suspicions weren't based solely on those problems.'
        'No, What-son, they were not !' was Sure-Luck's reply. 'There were other things yet to be explained. And one of them would hopefully be accomplished with what Miss Elsworth had to say.                         After Bryon introduced me to her and had left the room, I began to question the young lady. Unfortunately, our discussion was a rather short-lived one.  Having found the man she loved, dead, left her in such a trauma state she couldn't remember much of anything that occurred that afternoon.
        Now while such a thing can happen, I was rather skeptical of her story, having been rather suspicious of the whole affair from the beginning. However, I did not let on as such, and let her return to help Maria. I felt it unimportant to get much out of her because I still had a couple aces up my sleeve yet. Bryon soon entered again, afterwards.'

Homes explained to Bryon of her lack of help, under the circumstances. Bryon appeared puzzled, as if wondering what else MR. Homes could have been seeking.
        'Ah, I'm a bit confused as to what help Melonie, that is, Miss Elsworth, could have been to you, sir. I believe you have me in the dark here !'
        'ahhh !', exclaimed Homes. 'An excellent choice of words !'
        Sure-Luck's reply had Bryon even further puzzled.
        'Come ! Let's go to the Study and you'll better understand.' Homes went on.
        'The Study ?' asked Bryon. 'Ah, I hope you realize it is locked, and has been ever since my uncle's death.'
        'I realize that, my boy ! And it is certainly understandable why. Maria did not want people going in and out of the room, possibly as "curiosity seeking" for example. She wanted as little to remind her of the previous sad events as possible.
        But Maria gave me the key to the Study, once I explained my need to examine something in there.'
        Then motioning with his hand, Homes said, 'Come, my boy, lead the way to the Study and I'll show you what has me puzzled next.'
        Following Bryon, the two soon reached the Study entrance doorway.  Sure-Luck took the key and opened the door part way.  However, he did not attempt to enter inside.  Instead, he gestured inside with his pointed finger and said, 'Now that is the problem that has me bothered next.'
        Bryon, unable to get past Sure-Luck, leaned forward and peered inside.  Stepping back, he looked at Mr. Homes and said, shrugging, 'I'm sorry, sir, but I don't see what is bothering you.'
        'Again Bryon, you chose the perfect description to my dilema !' remarked Sure-Luck. Then stepping back, he motioned Bryon inside, followed by himself. Then he closed the door behind them.
        'Now my boy, can you honestly tell me that you would chose to type out something as important as a will, in such a dark environment ?'
        'What ?' exclaimed the very surprised Bryon. 'I'm afraid I still don't understand what you are leading up to.'
        'The room, Bryon. Wouldn't you say this room is not lit up sufficiently for typing ?'
        'Mr. Homes, am I to gather you suspect my uncle tried typing in this room, under these conditions ?'
        'Bryon, I most certainly am ! In fact, I'm not just suggesting, either.'
        'But Mr. Homes, I trust you realize the reason for the present darkness we are experiencing. I mean, the table lamp is not on, and most particularly, the patio drapes across the room are closed. So naturally it is dark in here.'
        'Quite so, my boy !' replied Homes. Then walking over to the drapes, he grabbed the cord and pulled. The room suddenly became alive with light. 'Now THAT is my idea of suitable conditions for typing.'
        Bryon seemed to but shrug his agreement, and then said, 'Mr. Homes, I believe you mentioned that you were implying more than just "suggesting" my uncle was typing his will in this room with the drapes closed. What exactly did you mean ?'
        Gesturing with his forefinger, Homes answered, 'Come over here. I believe you will see what I mean then.'
        Bryon did so.
        'Now it is true that when people from inside the house first came into this room, the drapes were open.' spoke Homes.
        'However, look over there, in the flower garden.' Homes continued.  'See Hendrick, the gardener ? He is presently weeding the flowers. I understand he's worked for the family for quite some time now. He's quite the handyman around here. And while he spends most of his time in that garden, he also does other chores, as well.
        One of which, is keeping this hedge outside here that surrounds the outside patio, trimmed. You will notice it is freshly cut.
        Last Friday, he spent most of the afternoon doing so. But wherever he is, he is always in sight of the windows and sliding doors. He has told me that he can almost set his watch by the hour in which your uncle and lady friend came into the Study and closed the drapes.
Now he will testify that this past Friday, the drapes were once again closed at the usual time, a bit before 1:00.  Now here is the interesting part.  He noticed that later, perhaps a couple hours or more, that he noticed Miss Elsworth open them.  She did not see him though, for he was just out of her line of vision.
        And guess what ?  It was perhaps a half minute or so, after opening the drapes, that she let out with the scream that nearly everyone in the household heard. This implied she had just realized your uncle was dead.'
        'Hmmmm !' responded Bryon. Then thinking for a moment, he said, 'Well, okay, I see your point and it clearly says he did indeed type the will in the dark. But I have had a thought.
What we "assume" as being "dark" may be a bit deceiving.
        Afterall, you and I both know that people become accustomed to darkness, and see much better, as time goes on.  And since we know that the two were in here for nearly two hours before Miss Elsworth returned to the kitchen, wouldn't it make sense that my uncle had become enough used to the poor lighting condition to have felt it was good enough, and thus required no further lighting from the opened drapes ?  '
        Listening to Bryon's explanation, Sure-Luck said, 'Well, what you say is true, perhaps !  But we can obviously never know the truth of the matter now.