"I'll explain," said Marsh. "Mr. Merton left his hotel at midnight Monday. Two hours later a man was murdered in the Sheridan Road apartment. Mr. Merton has not been seen since."
"Well?" queried Hunt.
"I've just been wondering—that's all," answered Marsh, throwing the remains of his cigarette into the fire place. There was a slight pause as he selected another from his case and lit it.
"Mr. Marsh," said Hunt, "you're driving at something. What is it?"
"Just this,". answered Marsh, leaning forward and looking Hunt in the eye. "You hold a power of attorney from Mr. Merton. You are to be sole executor of his estate. Mrs. Merton may not return for years. That's an easy way to get a business, Mr. Hunt."
Hunt adjusted a couple of pillows and settled back again. "Do I gather from your remarks, Mr. Marsh, that you mean to imply something?"
"No," returned Marsh, "I am just stating an obvious situation."
Hunt now leaned toward Marsh. "Have the police arrived at the same conclusions?"
"Have you ever noticed," countered Marsh, "that what the police know usually appears in the papers?"
"You mean by that that the police have not formed the same connection which you have?"