"All right, all right! Fetch him!"
The butler was discovered in the hall, still looking rather pale. When he entered the study he cast a nervous look towards the desk, and drew an audible sigh of relief when he saw the chair behind it unoccupied.
"Your name?" asked the Sergeant briskly.
Joseph Simmons, Sergeant."
"Occupation?"
"I am - I was employed as Mr. Fletcher's butler."
"How long have you been with him?"
"Six-and-a-half years, Sergeant."
"And you state," pursued the Sergeant, consulting Glass's notes, "that you last saw your master alive at about 9 p.m., when you showed a Mr. Abraham Budd into this room. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Sergeant. I have the person's card here," said Simmons, holding out a piece of pasteboard.