"And Moxton was drunk?" inquired Ellis, anxiously.
"He was straight drunk, for he could walk; and cross-drunk, assuredly, since he wished to fight with me. But I care not for boxing," said Mr. Zirknitz, gracefully. "And I go home to bed before twelve of the clock, like a good little boy. Aha, monsieur, you think I kill Edgar, do you not? Eh bien! You demand of my landlady if I was not in my bed before twelve of the clock. I did not kill our poor Edgar. Why should I when he owes me twenty pounds? Cher Ellis, you are in the wrong box."
"You had better wait until I accuse you before excusing yourself," said Ellis, drily. "But even with this story of Busham having been at Dukesfield, I do not see how you can be certain of his guilt."
"Eh? To me it appears clear. This clever Busham wanted the money of his uncle, and murdered Edgar to get it."
"But, Rudolph, at that time Mr. Busham knew that a second will had been made."
"Most certainly, chère Laura. If no second will had been made, this excellent Busham would not have killed Edgar."
"We can say nothing for certain until we see Busham," said Ellis, after a pause, "but there is one thing probable, Mrs. Moxton. If Busham accuses you in any way we can turn the tables on him."
"You call on Busham, Laura."
"To-morrow. I must see about the will."
"And the money," smiled Rudolph. "Eh, ma s[oe]ur, forget not the most important thing."