“What?”
“The picture of the man they say was murdered—John Marbury.”
“You’re sure of that?”
“I’m as certain, sir, as that my name’s what it is.”
“It is your belief that Mr. Aylmore, when you met him, was accompanied by the man who, according to the photographs, was John Marbury?”
“It is, sir!”
“Very well. Now, having seen Mr. Aylmore and his companion, what did you do?”
“Oh, I just turned and walked after them.”
“You walked after them? They were going eastward, then?”
“They were walking by the way I’d come.”