tunate that you should have quarrelled with him within an hour of his being done to death."
"I did not quarrel with him."
"No? What did you do then? Your unwillingness to reply shows that it was not on the best of terms you parted."
"I shall be ready to give all necessary information to any one entitled to ask for it."
"So you are in a position to give information? I see? And you think I am not entitled to ask? Oh! What, to your mind, would constitute a title?—a magistrate's warrant? You don't happen to know if any one saw him after you did?"
"I believe that some one did."
Again he gave that quick glance upwards.
"Who was it?"
"I believe that his brother saw him."
"You believe! What makes you believe?"
"I was told by Turner, the night-porter."
"When?"
"Last night; or, rather, early this morning. I had occasion to use the lift Turner told me that he had seen Mr. Lawrence's brother go up, and that he had just come down again."
"What time was that?"
"Between two and three."
"I fancy that before the clock struck two, or even one, this man was dead."
