"I admit nothing, until I know the facts, Mr. Inspector."
"Here they are. Between ourselves, doctor, I should like to save Mr. Herries, who seems to have had a hard time."
"He has, poor soul."
"But," added Trent, cautiously, "it will be difficult to save him in the face of the evidence."
"What is it?"
Inspector Trent detailed all that he had learned from the people of the inn, and from the prisoner himself. Dr. Browne, with his keen blue eyes fastened on the official, listened intently, weighing the evidence in silence. Only when Trent ended, did he speak, and then curtly.
"You have captured the wrong man."
"Indeed," said Trent sarcastically, "perhaps you can tell me the name of the right one."
"Not being omniscient, I cannot. It is for you, Mr. Inspector, to learn the name of the man who passed through the tap-room at eight."
"You accuse him?"