"Good morning, Mr. Detective," he began, as he crossed the threshold and
looked first at Ayscough and then at the ring of attentive faces. "I want
to speak to you on that little affair of last night, you know. I suppose
you are discussing it with these gentlemen? Well, perhaps I can now give
you some information that will be useful."
"Glad to hear anything, Mr. Yada," said Ayscough, who was striving hard to
conceal his surprise. "Anything that you can tell us. You've heard
something during the night, then?"
Yada laughed pleasantly, showing his white teeth. He dropped into the
chair which Ayscough pushed forward, and slowly drew off his gloves.
"I assured myself of something last night--after you left me," he said,
with a knowing look. "I used your card to advantage, Mr. Detective. I went
to the mortuary."
Ayscough contrived to signal to the Inspector to leave the talking to him.
He put his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat, assumed an easy
attitude as he leaned against the door, and looked speculatively at the
new comer.
"Aye?--and what made you do that now, Mr. Yada?" he asked, half-
carelessly.
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