could give me some assistance in clearing the matter up. I think it only fair to say that a certain man is now under grave suspicion, and we hope to arrest him very soon. But, in any event, we will need help, and that is why I requested this little chat with you at the club."
"And how can I assist you?" Cleaver's face remained blank; only his lips moved as he put the question.
"Knowing this young woman as well as you did," explained Markham patiently, "you are no doubt in possession of some information—certain facts or confidences, let us say—which would throw light on her brutal, and apparently unexpected, murder."
Cleaver was silent for some time. His eyes had shifted to the wall before him, but otherwise his features remained set.
"I'm afraid I can't accommodate you," he said at length.
"Your attitude is not quite what might be expected in one whose conscience is entirely clear," returned Markham, with a show of resentment.
The man turned a mildly inquisitive gaze upon the District Attorney.
"What has my knowing the girl to do with her being murdered? She didn't confide in me who her murderer was to be. She didn't even tell me that she knew any one who intended to strangle her. If she'd known, she most likely could have avoided being murdered."
Vance was sitting close to me, a little removed from the others, and, leaning over, murmured in my ear sotto voce:
