"Indeed" said Mr. Palsey "what was his name?"
"Jack Jenkins" replied Cyril a terrific beggar and drunkard too I belive."
"Oh" laughed Mr. Palsey "and what plan did you adopt about the gun?"
"I did'nt do that" responded Cyril "when Jenkins had done his part of the bussiness, I got a knife, steeped it in red ink and laid it by Mr. Winston's side, as he was prostrated on the ground."
"And that will lead the police to belive it was suicide you think?" asked Mr. Palsey.
"I think so" replied Cyril with a groan "at last that seemed to be the general opinion when the poor fellow was taken to the mortuary."
"Why do you say "poor fellow?" asked Mr. Palsey.
"Because I do think he is a poor fellow and I'm sorry I ever did the thing" cried Cyril and he brought his fist down on the table with such force that the jug of beer toppled over and fell on the floor.
At that moment the door opened and Mrs. Pollard poked her head in "if you please sir" she said "we've thought fit to send for Dr. Poppet, and he's waiting in the hall."
"Very well" said Cyril with dignity "show him upstairs and when he has seen Miss Winston let him come and have a word with me."