“Now, what is it?”
“Please, sir, perhaps you ought to know Sir John Rellingham came here the day before he was murdered.”
“Came here! Whatever for?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“What time of day?”
“About nine o’clock in the evening, sir.”
“Well, why shouldn’t he?”
“No reason at all, sir—only what he said when he left.”
“What was that?”
“I think Mr. Baxter was trying to persuade him to something; for, as he stood in the doorway, I heard Sir John say—‘No, Arthur; don’t say any more. It’s quite final. I will not; I can’t;’ and then I let him out and called a cab for him.”