`Sergeant Betts, sir,' said a voice at the door. A very serious-faced young man saluted nervously.
`Betts,' said Hadley. `Betts.. oh yes. Did you get a picture of the dead man's face?'
`Yes, sir. They've set up the outfit in that Tower place, and the pictures are drying now.'
`Right.. Take a copy of that picture and show it to all the people listed here; the warder will show you where they are. Ask them if they saw him today; when and where. Be particular about anybody they may have seen in the vicinity of the Traitors' Gate at any time, or anybody acting suspiciously. Mr Dalrye, I should be obliged if you would go along and make shorthand notes of anything important'
Dalrye rose, reaching for pencil and notebook.
'I want particularly to know, Betts, where they were between one-thirty and one forty-five o'clock. That's vital. Mr Dalrye, will you kindly ask Mrs Lester Bitton to step in here?'
6. The Souvenir Crossbow Bolt
`Now, then,' Hadley pursued. Again with meticulous attention he straightened the pencil, the notebook, and the flashlight before him. `The police surgeon will bring in the contents of Driscoll's pockets, and we can have a good look at the weapon. I'll leave it up to the chief warder to take charge of questioning the warders about whether they saw anything.
`Now, Gentlemen. Before we see Mrs Bitton, suppose we try to clarify our ideas. Let's go around, the circle here, and see what we all have to say. Sir William, what strikes you about the case?'
`That's easy,' Sir William said, twisting the ends of his white scarf. `You can't miss it. It's the absolute lack of motive. Nobody in the world had the slightest reason for killing Philip.'