"An interview between Melstane and Spolger could hardly have been satisfactory," said Fanks, looking keenly at the Frenchman.
"Eh, monsieur, I know nothing of that," answered Judas, with his guileless look.
"Why did Melstane go to Jarlchester, of all places in the world?"
"I have told monsieur everything," said Monsieur Cuinaud, with oily politeness.
"Humph! I'm doubtful of that," muttered Fanks, thoughtfully. "And is that all you know?"
"Eh! what would you?"
"It doesn't throw any light on the murder."
"Wait, monsieur," said Judas, earnestly, "a moment. One night before my friend went away, Mees Var-rlins stop her carriage at the shop. She comes in to me and says: 'I cannot get a stamp of postage. Have you a stamp of postage?' I say 'yes,' and give her a stamp of postage. She places the stamp of postage on a letter, and goes away in the carriage. I see the letter."
"And the name on the letter?"
"Monsieur Roger Axton, Jarlcesterre," said Judas, quietly; "now! eh! you see?"