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The man's manner was expressive. Laverick repeated his phrase,
frowning.

"His life!"

"Yes, sir!"

Laverick shrugged his shoulders.

"Come," he declared, "you must not go too far with this thing. I
have admitted, so as to clear the way for anything you have to say,
that Mr. Morrison would not care to have his name mentioned in
connection with this affair. But because he left your bar a few
minutes after the murdered man, it is sheer folly to assume that
therefore he is necessarily implicated in his death. I cannot
conceive anything more unlikely."

The man smiled--a slow, uncomfortable smile which suggested mirth
less than anything in the world.

"There are a few other things, sir," he remarked,--"one in especial."

"Well?" Laverick inquired. "Let's have it. You had better tell me
everything that is in your mind."

"The man was stabbed with a horn-handled knife."

"I remember reading that," Laverick admitted.

"Well?"

"The knife was mine," his visitor affirmed, dropping his voice once
more to a whisper. "It lay on the edge of the counter, close to
where Mr. Morrison was leaning, and as soon as he'd gone I missed it."

Laverick was silent. What was there to be said?

"Horn-handled knives," he muttered, "are not rare not uncommon things."

"One don't possess a knife for a matter of eight or nine years
without being able to swear to it," the other remarked dryly.

"Is there anything more?"

"There don't need to be," was the quiet reply. "You know that, sir.
So do I. There don't need to be any more evidence than mine to send
Mr. Morrison to the gallows."

"We will waive that point," Laverick declared. "The jury sometimes
are very hard to convince by circumstantial evidence alone. However,
as I have said, let us waive that point. Your position is clear
enough. You go to the inquest, you tell all you know, and you get
nothing. You are a poor man, you have worked hard all your life.
The chance has come in your way to do yourself a little good. Now
take my advice. Don't spoil it all by asking for anything ridiculous.
It won't do for you to come into a fortune a few days after this
affair, especially if it ever comes out that the murdered man was in
your place. I am here to act for Mr. Morrison. What is it that you
want?"

"You are talking like a gent, sir," the man said,--"like a sensible
gent, too. I'd have to keep it quiet, of course, that I'd come into
a bit of money,--ju