"Ellison certainly had some connection with Barker," I said, watching him. "There was a check of Ellison's in Barker's pocket when he was killed."
Fellows looked up with interest. "Then that would belong to his widow. If he has one," he added, as an afterthought.
"Undoubtedly it would."
"May I ask if you know the amount?"
"Two hundred and fifty."
He looked disappointed.
"You think that isn't enough to induce her to come forward?"
"Oh, I suppose it might be worth claiming," he said slowly. "But I think his widow's chief gain is in her freedom from a rascal."
"You can't help sympathizing with the man who shot him, can you?" I said.
His cheek twitched. Perhaps it was a checked smile.