tion with Miss Odell, and I wondered if, by any chance, there could be any connection between the two murders, and if I was, after all, to be drawn into the affair."
"No, I think not," said Markham. "There seemed a possibility that the two crimes were related; and, as a matter of routine, the police questioned all the close friends of Miss Odell in the hope of turning up something suggestive. You may dismiss the matter from your mind. I trust," he added, "the officer was not unpleasantly importunate."
"Not at all." Spotswoode's look of anxiety disappeared. "He was extremely courteous but a bit mysterious.—Who was this man Skeel?"
"A half-world character and ex-burglar. He had some hold on Miss Odell, and, I believe, extorted money from her."
A cloud of angry disgust passed over Spotswoode's face.
"A creature like that deserves the fate that overtook him."
We chatted on various matters until ten o'clock, when Vance rose and gave Markham a reproachful look.
"I'm going to try to recover some lost sleep. I'm temperamentally unfitted for a policeman's life."
Despite this complaint, however, nine o'clock the next morning found him at the District Attorney's office. He had brought several newspapers with him, and was reading, with much amusement, the first complete accounts of Skeel's murder. Monday was generally a busy day for Markham, and he had arrived at the office before half past eight in an effort
