“Yessir. Say, Mr. Stone, is Mr. Hendricks implicated, do you think?”
“In the murder? Why, he was in Boston at the time—a man can’t be in two places at once, can he?”
“He cannot! He has a perfect alibi—hasn’t he, Mr. Stone?”
“He sure has, Fibsy. And yet—he was in the party that discussed the possibilities of killing people by the henbane route.”
“Yessir—but so was Mr. Patterson—Mis’ Desternay said so.”
“The Patterson business must be looked into. I’ll attend to that to-day—I’ll also see Mr. Elliott about that matter of personal loans that Mr. Embury seemed to be conducting as a side business.”
“Yes, do, please. Mr. Stone, it would be a first-class motive, if Mr. Embury had a strangle-hold on somebody who owed him a whole lot and couldn’t pay, and—”
“Fine motive, my boy—but how about opportunity? You forget those bolted doors.”
“And Mr. Patterson had borrowed money of Mr. Embury—”
“How do you know that?”