It was in this way that I woke in the middle of the night after I had met
Arthur Gideon in Hampstead. All in a row the facts stood, pointing.
Mr. Gideon had been in the house only a few minutes before Oliver was killed.
He and Oliver hated each other privately, and had been openly quarrelling in the press for some time. He had an intimacy with Jane which Oliver disliked.
Oliver must have been displeased at his coming home that evening with Jane.
Gideon drank.
Gideon now had something on his mind which made him even more peculiar than usual.
Jane had been very strange and secretive about his visit there on the fatal evening.
He and Oliver had probably quarrelled.
Only Jane had seen Oliver fall.
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