"Roger Moreland!"
"That was the young man that gave evidence as to how Whyte got drunk?
Kilsip nodded.
"Well, and how do you connect him with the murder?"
"Do you remember in the evidence given by the cabmen, Royston and Rankin, they both swore that the man who was with Whyte on that night wore a diamond ring on the forefinger of the right hand?"
"What of that? Nearly every second man in Melbourne wears a diamond ring."
"But not on the forefinger of the right hand."
"Oh! And Moreland wears a ring in that way?"
"Yes!
"Merely a coincidence. Is that all your proof?"
"All I can obtain at present."
"It's very weak," said Calton, scornfully.
The weakest proofs may form a chain to hang a man," observed Kilsip, sententiously.
"Moreland gave his evidence clearly enough," said Calton, rising and walking up and down. "He met Whyte; they got drunk together. Whyte went out of the hotel, and shortly afterwards Moreland followed with the coat, which was left behind by Whyte, and then somebody snatched it from him."
"Ah, did they?" interrupted Kilsip, quickly.
"So Moreland says," said Calton, stopping short. "I understand; you think Moreland was not so drunk as he says, and, after following Whyte outside, put on his coat and got into the cab with him."
"That is my theory."
"It's ingenious enough," said the barrister; "but why should Moreland murder Whyte? What motive had he?"
"Those papers"
"Pshaw! another idea of Gorby's," said Calton, angrily. "How do you know there were any papers?"
The fact is, Calton did not intend Kilsip to know that Whyte really had papers until he heard what Fitzgerald had to tell him.
"And another thing," said Calton, resuming his walk; "if your theory is correct, which I don't think it is, what became of Whyte's coat? Has Moreland got it?"
