“What is your name?”
“Joe Timon.”
“In what capacity did you serve Mr. Field?”
“I was almost anything, from valet to private secretary.”
“Ah! Then in all probability you were the last person who saw Mr. Field alive?”
“I may have been, though I am not certain about it. Ordinarily I would have been of a certainty.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I usually was the last one to enter his room at night. But last evening I had a headache and went to my own room earlier than usual.”
“What was the hour?”
“A few minutes past ten.”