“You see,” he said smiling, “that your philosophy is weak.”
“It is not of my philosophy that I am thinking, but of Caffie and ourselves.”
“And how can Caffie be associated with you or yours?”
“He is, or rather he may be, if this justice in which I believe in spite of your joking permits him to be.”
“You are talking in enigmas.”
“What have you heard about Caffie since you went away?”
“Nothing, or almost nothing.”
“You know it is thought that the crime was committed by a butcher.”
“The commissioner picked up the knife before me, and it is certainly a butcher’s knife. And more than that, the stroke that cut Caffie’s throat was given by a hand accustomed to butchery. I have indicated this in my report.”
“Since then, more careful investigations have discovered a trousers’ button—”