"All right; we'll see him in a minute. Anything else?"
"Nothing that I saw," replied Glass, after a moment's scrupulous thought.
"We'll look around. Looks like an open-and-shut case against this man you saw making off. Friend Abraham Budd, eh?"
"Not to my way of thinking, Sergeant," said Glass.
The Sergeant stared. "Oh, it isn't, isn't it? Why not? The Lord been guiding you again?"
A flash of anger brought Glass's cold eyes to life. "The scorner is an abomination to men!" he said.
"That's enough!" said the Sergeant. "You remember you're speaking to your superior officer, if you please, my lad!"
"A scorner," pursued Glass inexorably, "loveth not one that reproveth him: neither will he go unto the wise. The man Budd came openly to the front door, making no secret of his name."
The Sergeant grunted. "It's a point, I grant you. May not have been a premeditated murder, though. Fetch the butler in."
"Joseph Simmons is well known to me for a godly member," said Glass, on his way to the door.