At last he said:

“Let me see this man.”

The servant alluded to was called.

He was a man past middle life, with an honest, open face and iron gray hair.

Looking at this man, Nick was impressed in his favor. Yet he questioned him as sharply as though he was suspected of being the murderer.

He said, sharply:

“Well, what do you know about this murder?”

“Very little.”

“So? You are inclined to be brief.”

“I am naturally so.”