“I suppose I’ll have to wait.”
“I am sorry that I can’t help you to-day.”
“So am I.”
Carter gave the cashier an account of the mysterious murder at the Red Dragon Inn and then he departed, promising to call on him at his office early the next morning.
So far he had progressed fairly well with the case, though he had not secured any information which would throw light on the mystery.
The murdered man’s identity was established and Carter had learned something about his history.
But that was not much.
Who could have committed the crime?
Was Lawrence murdered by a common thief or by one who was afraid of him and desired to put him out of the way?
Carter asked himself these questions.