CHAPTER III. A QUESTION IN THE NIGHT
I was stricken dumb at this end to the investigation, and half doubted the evidence of my eyes.
“Well,” said the policeman, with a sigh of relief, “there's nothing here.”
I suspected that his doubts of my sanity were returning.
“Here is where it was done,” I asserted stoutly, pointing to the spot where I had seen the struggling group from the window. “There were surely five or six men in it.”
The policeman turned his lantern on the spot. The rough pavement had taken no mark of the scuffle.
“It's hard to make sure of things from above in this light,” said the policeman, hinting once more his suspicion that I was confusing dreams with reality.
“There was no mistaking that job,” I said. “See here, the alley leads farther back. Bring your light.”
“Aisy, now,” said the policeman. “I'll lead the way. Maybe you want one yourself, as your friend has set the fashion.”