We first had a long conversation alone, in which I told him, everything I knew concerning the murder.
“When did it happen?” he asked, for, though he had read some of the newspaper accounts, the date had escaped him.
I told him, and added, “Why, I was called here just after I left you at the Metropolis Hotel that morning. Don't you remember, you deduced a lot of information from a pair of shoes which were waiting to be cleaned?”
“Yes, I remember,” said Stone, smiling a little at the recollection.
“And I tried to make similar deductions from the gold bag and the newspaper, but I couldn't do it. I bungled matters every time. My deductions are mostly from the witnesses' looks or tones when giving evidence.”
“On the stand?”
“Not necessarily on the stand. I've learned much from talking to the principals informally.”
“And where do your suspicions point?”
“Nowhere. I've suspected Florence Lloyd and Gregory Hall, in turn, and in collusion; but now I suspect neither of them.”
“Why not Hall?”