"Not a great deal," answered Adam Adams. "Who was that man who just came in?"
"Thomas Ostrello, one of Mrs. Langmore's sons by her first husband."
"Is he a frequent visitor here?"
"I believe not. He is a commercial traveler, and on the road nearly all the time."
"Has he been here since the tragedy?"
"No. He was here the day before it occurred, but went away in the evening. I suppose his mother's death has shocked him a good deal."
"I believe you said the Ostrellos are not well off?"
"No; they are poor, so Margaret told me. Both of the sons are on the road, one for a paint house and this one for a drug house. By the way, I am going to town, to see the coroner. Do you want to come along?"
"No, I'll see him later. I want to take a walk around this place first. I may pick up a stray clue."
Left to himself, Adam Adams walked slowly around the mansion, noting the several approaches. He looked in at the stable and the automobile shed, and strolled down to the brook. He made no noise, for it was his practice to move about as silently as possible and without attracting attention.