the superintendent watched him foxily over the edge of his tumbler.
"I guess you are retained to defend Belfield," the latter observed presently.
"To look into the case generally," replied Thorndyke.
"And I expect you know where the beggar is hiding," continued the detective.
"Belfield's address has not yet been communicated to me," said Thorndyke. "I am merely to investigate the case—and there is no reason, Miller, why you and I should be at cross purposes. We are both working at the case; you want to get a conviction and you want to convict the right man."
"That's so—and Belfield's the right man—but what do you want of us, doctor?"
"I should like to see the piece of glass with the finger-prints on it, and the prison form, and take a photograph of each. And I should like to examine the room in which the murder took place—you have it locked up, I suppose?"
"Yes, we have the keys. Well, it's all rather irregular, letting you see the things. Still, you've always played the game fairly with us, so we might stretch a point. Yes, I will. I'll come back in an hour for your report and bring the glass and the form. I can't let them go out of my custody, you know. I'll be off now—no, thank you, not another drop."
