"Did you visit him at Dukesfield?"
"I did not. He hated me, you understand. Sometimes at night I went to see my sister when all was quiet."
Ellis reflected that these visits must have been conducted with considerable secrecy, seeing that Mrs. Basket was ignorant of them; but, to be sure, they took place after dark. "Were you at Myrtle Villa on the night of the murder?"
"No," answered Zirknitz, coolly and promptly. "I thought of going for my sister Janet, but I changed my mind. Moxton was drunk, so I fancied he might make trouble."
"Then you saw Moxton on that night?"
"Oh, most certainly! He was--he was--" Zirknitz hesitated.
"He was in the secret gambling-room of Schwartz," finished Ellis, guessing his thoughts.
The Austrian's face became as blank as a sheet of white paper. "But I do not understand," he said with a shrug.
"Oh, well, as you please," returned the doctor, coolly. "I know nothing about the matter myself. To continue where we left off. Where did you see Moxton last on the night he was killed?"
"Oh, at the bar in there," Zirknitz was clever enough to take his cue; "he was drunk--not very bad--but noisy and troublesome. He drove away in a cab."