Dunwoodie taking the chair, indicated the stool. "Now, sir!"
Jones gave him the declaration.
With not more than a glance Dunwoodie possessed himself of the contents. He put it down.
"If I had not known you had studied law, not for a moment would that rigamarole lead me to suspect it."
In a protest which was quite futile, Jones raised a hand. "The notary is unnecessary, I know that. I know also that a dying declaration is not the best evidence, but——"
"Do you at least know that the declarant is dead?"
Jones, who favoured the dramatic, nodded. "He died in my arms."
Dunwoodie took it in and took it out. "It is curious how crime leads to bad taste."
Jones leaned forward. "I may tell you for your information——"
"Spare me, I am overburdened with information as it is."