"Go on," indicated Salter to the tablets.
"One morning, just before daybreak, my brother's wife, glancing out of this window—"
"In this room, you say, before daybreak?"
Calvin looked viciously at Duff Salter, who merely smiled.
"She saw," said Calvin Van de Lear, "an object come out of the trap-door on Zane's old residence and move under shelter of the ridge of the roof to the newly-tenanted dwelling in the same block, and there disappear down the similar trap."
"Jericho! Jericho!—Proceed."
"It was our inference that probably Andrew Zane was making stealthy visits to Agnes, and we applied a test to her. To our astonishment we found she had only seen him once since the murder, and that was the night the bodies were discovered."
"How could you extract that from a self-contained woman like Agnes Wilt?" asked Duff Salter, deeply interested.
"We got it from Podge Byerly."
"Jerusalem!" exclaimed Duff Salter aloud, knocking over the snuff-box and forgetting to sneeze. "Mr. Calvin Van de Lear, it is a damned lie."