"Really! I think I have met him. His father made a fortune out of mustard, or coke, or something horrid. What was he doing there?"
"Looking for characters for a book."
"Oh!" Mrs. Ward opened her eyes. "Did he find any?"
"I believe so. But he has left the house now."
"I should think every one would leave it after the murder," said Mrs. Ward. "Dorothy will be down soon, but meantime tell me the whole thing from your own clever point of view."
She was so pertinacious that Brendon had reluctantly to yield. He detailed events as they had been reported by the press, but concerning the confidence of Leonard he kept silent. Mrs. Ward expressed her disappointment when he finished. "You tell me nothing new."
"I warned you that I would not," replied Brendon, wondering at her petulant speech.
"But surely you can throw some light on the matter?" said Mrs. Ward.
Brendon shook his head. "I fear not. I went to bed at eleven and slept soundly until I was awakened by the clamor."
Mrs. Ward thought for a moment. "Does Mr. Train know anything?"