"It was a lesser danger to avert a greater one," replied Kilsip, coolly. "I am sure that Moreland was not drunk on that night. He only said so to escape awkward questions as to his movements. Depend upon it he knows more than he lets out."
"Well, and how do you intend to set about the matter?"
"I shall start looking for the coat first."
"Ah! you think he has hidden it?"
"I am sure of it. My theory is this. When Moreland got out of the cab at Powlett Street—"
"But he didn't," interrupted Calton, angrily.
"Let us suppose, for the sake of argument, that he did," said Kilsip, quietly. "I say when he left the cab he walked up Powlett Street, turned to the left down George Street, and walked back to town through the Fitzroy Gardens, then, knowing that the coat was noticeable, he threw it away, or rather, hid it, and walked out of the Gardens through the town—"
"In evening dress—more noticeable than the coat."
"He wasn't in evening dress," said Kilsip, quietly.
"No, neither was he," observed Calton, eagerly, recalling the evidence at the trial. "Another blow to your theory. The murderer was in evening dress—the cabman said so."