"It sounds to me like we're dealing with a man who's gone mad, painted himself green, put on an animal mask, and is living in the woods," says Alexander.
“Poor Connie has been dreadfully frightened; she should rest. And Mr Forby, you at least can feel like you are not imagining things after all, however odd they seem.”
“Harry will be fine” Gertrude tells the investigators firmly. “It seems very likely that the man Connie saw was using the costume you found, Mr. Brown. It's not some mythical monster.”
“It will be dark soon” says Meddler. “We’re unlikely to be able to find his tracks. The best course of action is to stay here, and be vigilant throughout the night.”
"Or a similar costume, rather," says Alexander. "How could he possibly be using the same costume, when it's already been recovered?"
Given all this is being discussed in front of his prime suspect, Lt Meddler, Harry doubts there is any value in proposing lying in wait tonight as he has already been tipped off.
The Forbys, especially Harry, are eagerly awaiting events, and look expectantly at Alexander.
Outside, the dogs begin to howl in unison.
Materials for a fire are not present but within ten minutes Bates has laid some kindling and is stoking a blaze, sweating profusely as he does so.
“What now?” asks Forby, fanning himself.
"Your grandfather wrote: 'I’faith I shall mimic Perseus, an amusing conceit, and with the gift of Prometheus dispel the night from Apollo’s bower. Where’er this light do shine, there I will conceal it. I shall conceal it, I mock you, my green ey’d rooster’s egg. For it is mine,'" Alexander says to Harry Forby. "The gift of Prometheus is fire, and it is now night. Perseus used the reflective surface of his shield to reflect Medusa's gaze back at her, and now we must use a mirror to reflect the light from the fire to reveal the treasure's hiding place. Please put out all of the other lights in the room, so that only the firelight shines."
The room is now dark apart from the firelight, and it's reflection in the mirror.
The howling increases in volume.
"And angle of incidence equals angle of reflection," says Alexander, using the mirror to reflect the firelight at the portrait of Nicholas Forby hanging above the fireplace, specifically at the emerald in the portrait.
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