"I've been up only a few minutes myself," he began as I sat down. "But I didn't get to bed till nearly noon. There was too much to do, this morning."
"Tell me about it," I said. "I'm anxious to hear the developments."
"There aren't any."
"But you've cleared up the mystery of the murder?"
"Cleared it up! My dear Lester, we haven't been able to take the first step toward clearing it up! We know the unknown was shot, but as to who shot him, and why, we're utterly at sea."
"Once establish his identity——"
"That's just what we can't do. But perhaps I'd better tell you the whole story."
"Yes, do," I said. "That's what I want to hear."
"Well," he began, "after I left you, I hurried downtown toward the telegraph office, and it wasn't until I'd gone quite a way that I met a patrolman. I stopped just long enough to tell him that he was needed at the Kingdon place, for my time was getting short, and I couldn't afford to waste a minute. It wasn't until afterwards that I thought of the equivocal position you'd be in when the police arrived."
"I was certainly under suspicion," I laughed, "but there was no harm done."