close to Alvin; and it's possible he could give you some helpful information. His name didn't occur to me yesterday, for he doesn't live in the city; he's on Long Island somewhere—Port Washington, I think.—It's just an idea. The truth is, I can't seem to figure out anything that makes sense in this terrible affair."
He drew a quick, resolute breath, as if to check some involuntary sign of emotion. It was evident that the man, for all his habitual passivity of nature, was deeply moved.
"That's a good suggestion, Major," Markham said, making a notation on the back of a letter. "I'll get after it immediately."
Vance, who, during this brief interchange, had been gazing unconcernedly out of the window, turned and addressed himself to the Major.
"How about Colonel Ostrander? I've seen him several times in the company of your brother."
Major Benson made a slight gesture of deprecation.
"Only an acquaintance. He'd be of no value."
Then he turned to Markham.
"I don't imagine it's time even to hope that you've run across anything."
Markham took his cigar from his mouth, and turning it about in his fingers, contemplated it thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't say that," he remarked, after a moment. "I've managed to find out whom your brother dined with Thursday night; and I know that this person returned home with him shortly after midnight." He paused as if deliberating the wisdom
