"Such an interesting case," he said nervously, "I took the liberty"
"Look here," said McKnight suddenly, "did you make any inquiries at the station?"
"A few," he confessed. "I went to the theater last night—I felt the need of a little relaxation—and the sight of a picture there, a cinematograph affair, started a new line of thought. Probably the same clue brought you gentlemen. I learned a good bit from the station agent."
"The son-of-a-gun," said McKnight. "And you paid him, I suppose?"
"I gave him five dollars," was the apologetic answer.
Mrs. Carter, hearing sounds of strife in the yard, went out, and Hotchkiss folded up his papers.
"I think the identity of the man is established," he said. "What number of hat do you wear, Mr. Blakeley?"
"Seven and a quarter," I replied.
"Well, it's only piling up evidence," he said cheerfully. "On the night of the murder you wore light gray silk underclothing, with the
