"The doctor has been too busy examining poor Malet's body," said Wilfred. "I shall see him soon."
"Have you any idea who murdered Mr. Malet, sir?"
"Great heavens, no! The whole case is a mystery to me."
"Mr. Malet had many enemies I believe."
"He said he had, but I think he spoke generally rather than of any particular person or persons. So far as I know he had no enemy who specially desired his death."
The inspector looked grave and a trifle ill at ease. "Mr. Burton," he said at length, "are you aware that your brother was on bad terms with Mr. Malet?"
"They were not friendly," admitted Wilfred, looking anxious. "There was a disagreement about my brother's marriage. But, come now, my brother hasn't anything to do with the affair?"
"Well," said Woke, pinching his chubby chin, "it's just this way, sir. I have been making inquiries, and I find that your brother and the deceased had a violent quarrel yesterday afternoon in this house."
"I know that, but a quarrel does not mean murder. Confound it, sir, I won't listen to your insinuations."
Mr. Woke went on coolly and deliberately. "I questioned Roberts, the butler," he said, "and the man admitted that Captain Burton had used threatening language."