time. . . . If there was only myself to be considered," he added, "it would be different."
"But you do suspect someone?" Vance put the question.
"In a way—yes. I overheard a conversation in Alvin's office one day, that took on added significance after his death."
"You shouldn't let chivalry stand in the way," urged Markham. "If your suspicion is unfounded, the truth will surely come out."
"But when I don't know, I certainly ought not to hazard a guess," affirmed the Major. "I think it best that you solve this problem without me."
Despite Markham's importunities, he would say no more; and shortly afterward he excused himself and went out.
Markham, now profoundly worried, sat smoking restlessly, tapping the arm of his chair with his fingers.
"Well, old bean, a bit involved, what?" commented Vance.
"It's not so damned funny," Markham grumbled. "Everyone seems to know more about the case than the police or the District Attorney's office."
"Which wouldn't be so disconcertin' if they all weren't so deuced reticent," supplemented Vance cheerfully. "And the touchin' part of it is that each of 'em appears to be keeping still in order to shield someone else. Mrs. Platz began it: she lied about Benson's having any callers that afternoon, because she didn't want to involve his tea companion. Miss St. Clair declined point-blank to tell you anything, because she obviously didn't desire to cast suspicion
