"Indeed," he said; "then you have lost a good tenant."
"Possibly," replied Derrington, rather grimly. "She always paid her rent regularly. You saw her?"
"Yes. My friend, Mr. Train, was stopping in the house----"
"That young man." Derrington cast a look in Leonard's direction. "I did not know he was there on that night."
"He was a witness also," said Brendon, significantly.
"I can't remember all the names sir. Well?"
"I stopped for the night with Mr. Train, and during the night Mrs. Jersey was murdered."
"You heard nothing--you saw nothing?"
"I was sound asleep the whole time," said Brendon, calmly.
"Humph!" Derrington pulled at his gray mustache in the very same way as George did when he was reflective. "What a pity. You might have discovered the assassin."