The Paradise Mystery by J. S. Fletcher Fiction Mystery & Detective Historical

<p><strong>What is it Varner? asked Bryce calmly. Something happened?</strong></p><p>The man swept his hand across his forehead as if he were dazed and then jerked his thumb over his shoulder.</p><p>A man! he gasped. Foot of St. Wrytha's Stair there doctor. Dead -- or if not dead near it. I saw it!</p><p>Bryce seized Varner's arm and gave it a shake.</p><p>You saw -- what? he demanded.</p><p>Saw him -- fall. Or rather -- flung! panted Varner. Somebody -- couldn't see who nohow -- flung him right through yon doorway up there. He fell right over the steps -- crash! Bryce looked over the tops of the yews and cypresses at the doorway in the clerestory to which Varner pointed -- a low open archway gained by the half-ruinous stair. It was forty feet at least from the ground.</p><p>You saw him -- thrown! he exclaimed. Thrown -- down there? Impossible man!</p><p>Tell you I saw it! asserted Varner doggedly. I was looking at one of those old tombs yonder -- somebody wants some repairs doing -- and the jackdaws were making such a to-do up there by the roof I glanced up at them. And I saw this man thrown through that door -- fairly flung through it! God! -- do you think I could mistake my own eyes?</p><p>Did you see who flung him? asked Bryce.</p><p>No; I saw a hand -- just for one second as it might be -- by the edge of the doorway.</p>