The clerk said nothing further, and Kerr asked:
“When did you see him last?”
“This afternoon,” was the reply.
“Here?”
“Yes—great Heaven!”
The clerk looked suddenly startled.
“What’s the matter?”
“Why! Hank Low called on Mr. Judson just before he died—or was it afterward?”
“That’s a mighty important point,” said Kerr, gravely. “Isn’t there any way by which you can fix the time?”