“Where were you?”
“Here.”
“Did any one see you here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who?”
“Sam Archer.”
“His evidence might satisfy me, but not others. It is conceivable that a room-mate should feel in duty bound to defend his friend at the expense of a lie. Did no one else see you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who?”
“The man who delivers for Jetteau’s laundry, a short, red-faced fellow. We call him Pete.”