"Harold Clinch," he said. "Conductor on Train 37 — local leaving Philadelphia at five-thirty p.m. for Havre de Grace. Denby Chadwick rides my train every Saturday afternoon.
"I collected his ticket last Saturday, going out of Philadelphia station. I saw him playing cards in the smoker, afterward. Helped him off with his bag, and said good night when we reached Havre de Grace at seven-fifty."
Davidson nodded to another man, a young fellow attired in a sheepskin coat.
"Stephen Biggs is my name," said the young man. "I'm a lineman with the telephone company. Got on the train at Wilmington, last Saturday. Was playing cards with a couple of fellows, and this man joined us."
"He was with us when we got to Havre de Grace. We were talking, you know, and I happened to mention where I lived. That's how they got me up here today — "
"All right," interrupted the detective briskly. "That's enough, Biggs. We also have a statement from Elbert Brown" — he indicated a bespectacled man — "who is a regular rider on that train. He knows Denby Chadwick by sight, and got off the train with him, Saturday evening.
Now, Mr. Turner." THE final testifier was a lanky man, who spoke with a slight Southern drawl.
He was standing with hat in one hand as he addressed the reporters.
"All I've had to say," he stated, "is that Denby Chadwick is a fine young fellow, and that I'm glad I've been able to settle this matter.
"Ezra Turner is my name — I run a farm down near Havre de Grace, over across the Susquehanna, and Denby here has been coming down to my place regular every week-end. I come over to the station in my car to meet him. That's what I did last Saturday night.