"Where is Robert?" asked Fanks, sharply.
"I sent him out; thinking that we would search the room first."
"That won't do; we shall want his assistance, call him in at once."
Garth nodded and rang the bell. In a few minutes Robert, looking more terrified than ever, made his appearance. With a glance at Fanks to bespeak his attention--for the detective was lounging idly in a chair--Garth began his interrogation at once.
"Robert," he said, with great deliberation, "how long have you been in the service of my cousin?"
"Four years, sir."
"Was he a kind master?"
"A very kind master, sir. I would not wish for a better place."
"Do you remember the twenty-first of June?" asked the barrister, in true police-court style.
"Yes, sir," replied the man with a shiver. "It was the night that my master was murdered."