"Where did you go? Where did you spend the night?"
Lawrence shook his head helplessly. "I'll be honest, Carroll—I took several drinks—"
"Alone?"
"Yes. And at two o'clock in the morning when my train left I was at the station. I don't know what I did in the meantime—I don't remember anything much about anything."
"In other words," said Carroll coldly, "You have no alibi except your own word. On the other hand we know that you checked out of the Hermitage Hotel in Nashville at four o'clock. You could have caught the 4:25 train and reached this city at ten minutes after eleven o'clock. You have not the slightest proof that you didn't."
"I—I came down on the train which left there a little after two in the morning."
"Prove it."
There was a hunted look about Lawrence. "I can't prove it—a man can't prove that he came on a certain train—"
"Was there nobody on board who knew you?"
"I—don't know. I was feeling badly when I got in—the berths were all made up—I went right to sleep and when the porter woke me we were in the yards. I dressed and came right home."