"But did Oldbeg forget it?" Cranston asked significantly.
"Possibly not. He knew he was wrong and it made him uneasy, but of course, it all went when the terrible murder was discovered."
Cranston looked at her with a puzzled expression, and then smiled as he realised that she had not understood his question. He was glad that it was so, and at once passed to other matters.
To Frank Hunter, however, that night he reported his conviction that the evidence pointed more strongly to Oldbeg as the murderer than he had supposed.
"In fact," he said, "there's enough to justify his arrest, and with that I feel pretty certain he'll break down and we'll get the truth."
"But the papers," said Hunter, impatiently. "Oldbeg could have had no knowledge of them, but they're what we're first of all interested in."
"Oh, as for them, Trafford's got them beyond doubt. They were last seen on the writing-pad, and he made quite a show of taking that. It was nothing but a cover for the papers, of course.
