'Well, Miss Whichello didn't mention any of his friends, sir, but I daresay it wouldn't be much use if she did. Beyond the man's former name and business as a fiddler she told me nothing. I suppose, sir, she didn't tell you anything likely to help us?'
'No! I don't think the past can help the present, Mr Tinkler. But what is your candid opinion about this case?'
'I think it is a mystery, Mr Cargrim, sir, and is likely to remain one.'
'You don't anticipate that the murderer will be found?'
'No!' replied Mr Inspector, gruffly. 'I don't.'
'Cannot Mosk, with whom Jentham was lodging, enlighten you?'
Tinkler shook his head. 'Mosk said that Jentham owed him money, and promised to pay him this week; but that I believe was all moonshine.'
'But Jentham might have expected to receive money, Mr Inspector?'
'Not he, Mr Cargrim, sir. He knew no one here who would lend or give him a farthing. He had no money on him when his corpse was found!'
'Yet the body had been robbed!'