“Well, Mr. Spencer, and what have you to tell me about this terrible affair?” the inspector began conversationally.
“Nothing; except what you know. I heard the governor tell Mr. Thompson not to let anyone into his room, and I heard no more until Mr. Walls asked me to go round to the private door.”
“You were the first to see the body, I understand.”
“Well, looking through the keyhole, I saw a heap and I told Mr. Walls I thought it was the governor.”
“Exactly!” The inspector looked at his notes. “You were right, unfortunately. Now, Mr. Spencer, have you ever seen this?” suddenly displaying the white glove he had previously shown.
Mr. Spencer's eyes grew round.
“I—I don't know.”
“What do you mean by that?” the inspector questioned. “Have you any reason to suppose you have done so?”
Spencer stared at it.
“I met a lady with long gloves like that coming up the stairs when I went out to lunch.”