ave worn that day?'

Martin rubbed his chin. 'You remind me how surprised I was when I first
set eyes on the body, sir. At first I couldn't make out what was unusual
about the clothes, and then I saw what it was. The collar was a shape of
collar Mr. Manderson never wore except with evening dress. Then I
found that he had put on all the same things that he had worn the night
before--large fronted shirt and all--except just the coat and waistcoat
and trousers, and the brown shoes, and blue tie. As for the suit, it was
one of half a dozen he might have worn. But for him to have simply put
on all the rest just because they were there, instead of getting out
the kind of shirt and things he always wore by day; well, sir, it was
unprecedented. It shows, like some other things, what a hurry he must
have been in when getting up.'

'Of course,' said Trent. 'Well, I think that's all I wanted to know. You
have put everything with admirable clearness, Martin. If we want to ask
any more questions later on, I suppose you will be somewhere about.'

'I shall be at your disposal, sir.' Martin bowed, and went out quietly.

Trent flung himself into the armchair and exhaled a long breath. 'Martin
is a great creature,' he said. 'He is far, far better than a play. There
is none like him, none, nor will be when our summers have deceased.
Straight, too; not an atom of harm in dear old Martin. Do you know,
Murch, you are wrong in suspecting that man.'

'I never said a word about suspecting him.' The inspector was taken
aback. 'You know, Mr. Trent, he would never have told his story like
that if he thought I suspected him.'

'I dare say he doesn't think so. He is a wonderful creature, a great
artist; but, in spite of that, he is not at all a sensitive type. It has
never occurred to his mind that you, Murch, could suspect him, Martin,
the complete, the accomplished. But I know it. You must understand,
inspector, that I have made a special study of the psychology of
officers of the law. It is a grossly neglected branch of knowledge. They
are far more interesting than criminals, and not nearly so easy. All the
time I was questioning him I saw handcuffs in your eye. Your lips were
mutely framing the syllables of those tremendous words: "It is my duty
to tell you that anything you now say will be taken down and used in
evidence against you." Your manner would have deceived most men, but it
could not deceive me.'

Mr. Murch laughed heartily. Tre