"And the other man?"
"Like I said before. He heard Ichabod's fairy footfall, and hid himself in the garden, and slipped out as soon as Ichabod reached the study. The more I think of it, Chief, the more I see it must have been like that."
"It does sound plausible," Hannasyde conceded. "What was the unknown man's motive? Angela?"
"Yes, I think we'll have to say it was Angela, on account of Charlie's being linked up with him."
"Yet her friend - what was her name? Lily! - whom you questioned didn't mention any man but Carpenter and Fletcher in connection with Angela, did she?"
"Not what you might call specifically. She said there were plenty hanging round the poor girl."
"Doesn't seem likely that an apparently unsuccessful admirer would go to the lengths of killing Fletcher, does it?"
"If it comes to that, nothing seems likely about this case, except that we'll never get to the bottom of it!" said the Sergeant crossly.
Hannasyde smiled. "Cheer up! We've not done with it yet. What did you manage to find out today?"
"Nothing that looks like being of any use," the Sergeant replied. "We've got hold of one of Carpenter's relations, but he couldn't tell us much. Wait a bit: I've got it all here, for what it's worth." He picked up a folder, and opened it. "Carpenter, Alfred. Occupation, Clerk. Aged 34 years. Brother to the deceased. Has not set eyes on deceased since 1935."