"Very little, if any," said Byrnes.
"I passed that night, or supposed that I passed it, at my home," said the doctor. "I took an opiate, and seemed to sleep. But I had dreams of murder and the hiding of dead bodies. I must have walked. It was fate."
"But the wounds upon the body? How about them?" asked Byrnes.
"They must have been made while he was pounding the body down into the earth," said Deever, quickly.
Then he turned to Nick.
"You promised me an arrest within the hour," he said; "now let me have the satisfaction of seeing it formally made."
"Wait," said Nick. "I have yet several minutes; and here is the witness, John Flint."
The man was brought in as Nick spoke. He seemed to be somewhat alarmed.
"What's wanted?" he said.
"Only a little formality," said Nick. "As you do not wish to appear in court, we desire to take your sworn testimony at this time."