The detective paused before replying, and looked the young man over with care. The clean-cut features showed not a sign of dissipation, and the expression was honesty itself. Certainly the young man had not gotten into trouble on his own account.
"I should want to know something about the case before I promised to do anything."
"Certainly—of course—" The young man cleared his throat again.
"You can tell me what the trouble is and if I decline to take the case I will give you my promise not to say a word to any outsider of what has passed between us."
"Oh, I know I can trust you, Mr. Adams, otherwise I should not have called here. My father said you were the squarest man he had ever dealt with. I came to see you about the Langmore affair."
"You mean the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Barry Langmore at Beechwood Hill?"
"Yes."
Adam Adams was surprised, although he did not show it. What had this rich young man, who lived in Orange, New Jersey, and did business in Wall Street, to do with that double tragedy which had so shocked the community?
"I presume you know some of the particulars of the sad affair," resumed
Raymond Case. "The newspapers have been full of it."
"I know that the pair were found murdered. I have not looked into details, being so busy with other matters."