I looked at his face but could not recall having seen it before.
“My name is Epstein,” he said. “We went to school together.”
“Oh, yes; I remember,” I replied.
Regularly each day he came and reported the progress of affairs.
“They are building up a strong case against you,” he said. “Our only hope lies in an alibi.”
“What is that?” I inquired dully.
He explained; and continued, “Of course the prosecution won’t tell me what tack they mean to pursue, but from several little things that have leaked out I infer that they have a pretty strong case. Now, at what hour did you leave Miss Pathzuol that night?”
“At about midnight.”
“And went directly home?”
“Directly home.”