"It won't help you, you know, to attack a
possible witness. We've got to hear what this man says, to know whether
he's speaking the truth or not--and we've got to go into his evidence as
clearly as we go into yours.... You're perfectly right, Doctor, I _am_ a
policeman, and I'm down here for the express purpose of investigating
this appalling affair. The expression of your face so plainly said, 'What
right has he to go meddling in another man's affairs like this?' that I
was obliged to confess the fact, for the sake of my self-respect. My
friend here, Mr. Lake, is working with me." At this he gave Borkins a
keen, searching look, and saw in the man's impassive countenance that
this was no news to him. "Now then, my man, speak out. You tell us you
heard that revolver-shot when your master fired it from his bedroom.
Where are your quarters?"
"On the other side of the 'ouse, sir," returned Borkins, flushing a
trifle. "But I was up in me dressing gown, as I'd some'ow thought that
something was amiss. I'd 'eard the quarrel that 'ad taken place between
Sir Nigel and poor Mr.
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