The superintendent turned to Ellery. “And now perhaps it is time for you to give me a little explanation.”
“Of this?” asked Ellery, pointing to the body.
“Of everything,” was the answer.
“It is straightforward enough,” said Ellery. “Mr. Woodman, as you will easily discover if you ask that whimpering object over there, has been for some time in grave financial difficulties. This morning he was disappointed of raising a large sum for which he had hoped; and I am afraid this is the result.”
“Is that all you have to tell me?”
“What more should I have?”
“May I ask whether you have any theory as to the murderer of George Brooklyn, or of John Prinsep?”
“I have no theory. And I cannot see what that has to do with this suicide.” Ellery emphasised the last word.
“Oh, that’s your line, is it? And supposing I suggested that this gentleman here”—he pointed to Woodman’s body—“was the murderer.”
“I should ask you what evidence you have to support such an extraordinary suggestion.”