“Yes, sir, I’m in Mr. Philip’s service; but I think that perhaps the doctor’s right, and I oughtn’t to talk about my master.”
“Possibly, Mr. Morley; but you have spoken of him already. You have accused him of murder.”
“No, sir, not that!”
“Just now, in the presence of Dr. Hume and myself, you expressed your belief that Mr. Philip had killed Mr. Edwin.”
“Oh no, sir, not that; I didn’t go so far as that. I didn’t mean it if I did.”
“What you meant is another question; that is what you said. I may tell you, Mr. Morley, that I am not of your opinion. I do not believe that Mr. Philip had any hand whatever in his brother’s death.”
“No, sir? I—I’m glad to hear it.”
“Very soon you will receive from his own lips an explanation which will blow all your doubts away. I believe that he will clear the whole thing up at once, if you will take me to him.”
Mr. Morley’s jaw dropped open.
“Take you to him? But that—that’s just it. I don’t know where he is. Isn’t he—here?”