Fellows smiled quite humanly as he turned away.
I found Benbow thinner, more nervous, and less self-possessed than I had ever seen him before. I was glad to see these signs of disintegration in his baffling reserve.
"I have had a strenuous afternoon," I said, as we shook hands. "Since four o'clock I have discovered Barker's widow, spoiled an elopement, and had your Latin tutor, Garney, arrested."
He looked surprised, naturally, but nothing more. "What for?" he asked.
"For complicity in a murder," I said, watching him closely.
"Oh, impossible!" he exclaimed. "Not Mr. Garney!" His natural manner, his genuine look of surprise and inquiry, were disconcerting. I saw I must work my way carefully.
"Did you know that Mr. Garney had hypnotic powers?" I asked.
Ah, there my probe went home! His tell-tale face flushed and his eyes evaded mine.
"I can tell you nothing about that," he said, with dignified reserve.
"Perhaps I may be able to tell you something that will be news to you, even though you knew of his practices. He is known on the vaudeville stage as Diavolo, and he has toured, giving exhibitions in hypnotism."