"But it was Mr. Amos," Hallet said, "who called the station."
"Yes. I telephoned him at once, and he offered to attend to that."
Hallet turned to Amos. "How long did it take you to reach here, Mr. Winterslip?" he inquired.
"Not more than ten minutes," said Amos.
"You could dress and get here in that time?"
Amos hesitated. "I—I did not need to dress," he explained. "I hadn't gone to bed."
Hallet regarded him with a new interest. "Half past one—and you were still up?"
"I—I don't sleep very well," said Amos. "I'm up till all hours."
"I see. You weren't on friendly terms with your brother? An old quarrel between you?"
"No particular quarrel. I didn't approve of his manner of living, and we went separate ways."