"Richard Markham."
"Oh! Richard Markham. Put that down, Crisp. Where do you live?"
"At Markham Place, near Holloway."
"Put that down, Crisp. Now, do you want to let any of your friends know that you are in trouble?"
"First tell me of what I am accused, and why I am detained."
"You are accused of being in an unlawful house for an unlawful purpose—namely, gambling; and a suicide has been committed there, they say. You will be wanted afore the coroner as well as the magistrate."
"Can I be released until to-morrow by giving security for my appearance?"
"No—I can't part with you. It is said that it is suicide—and I believe it: still it might be murder. But you seem a respectable young gentleman, and so you sha'nt be locked up in a cell all night. You may sit here by the fire, if you'll be quiet."
"I am at least obliged to you for this courtesy. But can you give me any idea of the extent of the penalty to which I am liable? I did not gamble myself—I merely accompanied——"
"You need'nt criminate anybody, you know," interrupted the Inspector. "The Magistrate will fine you a few pounds, and that will be all."