"Right in there," he said, pointing to the famous spot where Lawrence's cane had been found. "Perhaps they are there now. I poked them quite far in. But I can't see anything in there."
"You remember the place? You are sure it was right there?"
"There isn't any other place where I could poke them in, is there?"
"No, I don't see that there is. Now, can you remember when it was that you put them in there? Was there anything that would fix the date in your mind?"
"You remember that day you came to the house to see Edith,--the first time you came?"
"Yes."
"Well, it was the last time I had been out for a walk before that. Not that day. It was on a Monday, because I remember that I didn't go out Sunday because it stormed. Monday I went, and that was when I saw the dogs fighting."
"What sort of a cane was it?" asked Lyon, as he helped the old gentleman to recover the upper levels of the street.
"Oh, it wasn't a cane I cared for specially. It was just an old one."
"But what was it like? Did it have a heavy knob or a little one? Can you describe it?"