"Here's a gentleman coming as might know, Mr. Polke," he said. "Mr. Chestermarke!"
Neale and Starmidge turned sharply—to see the banker advancing quickly from the adjacent road. A cab, drawn up a little distance off, showed that he had driven out to hear the latest news.
Polke stepped forward to meet the new-comer: Gabriel greeted him in his usual impassive fashion.
"This body been recovered?" he asked quietly.
"A few minutes ago, Mr. Chestermarke," answered Polke. "Will you look at it?"
Gabriel moved aside the group of men without further word, and the others followed him. He looked steadily at the dead man's face and withdrew.
"Not known to me," he said, in answer to an inquiring glance from Polke. "Hollis, I suppose, of course."
He went off again as suddenly as he had come—and Starmidge drew Neale aside.
"Mr. Neale!" he whispered, with a nearer approach to excitement than Neale had yet seen in him. "Did you see Gabriel Chestermarke's eyes? He's a liar! As sure as my name's Starmidge, he's a liar! Mr. Neale!—he knows that dead man!"