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Now, this man who was murdered in Lonsdale Passage was here in your parlour for some time on the evening of the night on which he was murdered, and he was then in conversation with the man who has just gone out. Naturally, therefore, I should like to know that man's name." "You're not a detective?" suggested the landlord. "Not at all!" replied Viner. "I was a neighbour of Mr.
"Listen!" said Viner. "I have to go away tonight, on a matter closely connected with this affair. Let me leave you in my aunt's charge, and tomorrow I may be able to give you some cheering news. You'll be much more comfortable here than in any lodgings or hotel and and I should like to do something for Hyde; we're old schoolfellows, you know."
"If it's anything that will help to solve the mystery of this murder, for there is a mystery, I shall be very glad to hear it." Fosdick and Stephens glanced at each other and then at Viner, who sat a little in Mr. Pawle's rear. "Partner of yours?" asked Fosdick. "Not at all! This gentleman," replied Mr. Pawle, "is Mr. Viner. It was he who found Ashton's dead body. They were neighbours."
And he saw at once that there was going to be no scene. The girl by the fire looked for an instant at the inspector with an expression of surprise, but it was not the surprise of great personal concern. As for the elder woman, after one quick glance from Drillford to Viner, whom she evidently recognized, she showed absolute self-possession. "A bad accident?" she asked.
"Be careful, now; you heard what the doctor said about it, in court?" "I've nothing to conceal," replied Hyde. "You heard me say just now that I'd had engagements in the States. I bought that knife when I was out West more as a curiosity than anything and I've carried it in my pocket ever since." Drillford looked again at Viner. "He'll have to go, now," he said.
Viner pulled out a card and laid it on the table. "That is my name," he said. "You and the gentleman who has just gone out were speaking just now of another gentleman whom he used to meet here who used to sit with him in that far corner. Just so you don't know the name of that gentleman, either?" "No more than I know the others', sir," replied the landlord, shaking his head.
"That's a mere detail," remarked Drillford impatiently. "These chaps that mooch about, as Hyde was doing, pick up all sorts of odds and ends. He may have pinched them from a chemist's shop. Anyway, there's the fact and we'll hang him on it! You'll see!" "We shall never see anything of the sort!" said Viner. "You're on the wrong tack, Inspector. Let me put two or three things to your intelligence.
She was not interested in the fifty thousand dollars in an intrinsic sense; she was interested only in seeing that old Nicky Viner, unappealing, yes, and almost repulsive both in personality and habits as the man was, was not blackmailed out of it; that Danglar, yes, and hereafter, Perlmer too, should not prey like vultures on the man, and rob him of what was rightfully his.
He turned it to find an inspector and a sergeant approaching from one part of the terrace, a constable from another. "You're wanted down here," said Viner as they all converged on him. "There's been murder! One of your men's there he gave me this whistle to summon further help. This way!" The police followed him in silence down the passage. Another figure had come on the scene.
"She thought you might be too tired to see her: she wouldn't come in till I'd found out." Anna drew a quick breath. An instant's thought had told her that Sophy Viner would hardly have taken such a step unless something more important had happened. "Ask her to come, please," she said.
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