The doctor laid his mask over the Turk’s head and his glove rather indecorously on the man’s upper pants. After all he was dead and propriety was beyond his reach. Reaching under his waistcoat Watson felt the edge of a dangling fabric. Deftly unbuttoning the waistcoat a red and white ribbon appeared.
“How on earth did you know it was there?”
“Note the shade of the fez.”
“Its red.”
“No, chartered liver red.”
“One of the Worshipfuls?”
“Under the hat in white thread will be
the following Corde Recto Elati Omnes”
“It seems this fellow was sent to kill us.”