“Mr Humphries does, sir. Him as I told you about. He was at that ball, and came home close on half-past four in the morning, very happy.”
“And on the other side of the landing?”
“Well, Mr and Mrs Tomlinson has No. 3, but they're away, and No. 4 is empty.”
“Is there anyone in the flat above this?”
“Yes, sir, Mrs Muskett, what was out late too. Well, when I say late, half-past twelve it would have been when she come in. But if you was thinking she might have heard the shot, I wouldn't like to say she would. These flats is built sound-proof.”
“I'll go up and see her, all the same,” Hannasyde said. “You needn't wait; I expect you want to get home.”
“Well, it is past my time,” agreed the porter. “Of course, if there's anything I can do -”
“No, nothing, thanks. But if I were you I wouldn't talk about this.”
“Not me, sir. Mr Jackson - he's the manager - will be in a rare taking over it when he gets to hear of it.”
Hannasyde paused. “Yes, where is the manager?” he asked.