“Did Captain Leacock draw a gun?” asked Heath.
The Major pursed his lips.
“Now that you mention it, I think he did make some motion of the kind.”
“Did you see the gun?” pursued Heath.
“No, I can’t say that I did.”
Markham put the next question.
“Do you think Captain Leacock capable of the act of murder?”
“Hardly,” Major Benson answered with emphasis. “Leacock isn’t cold-blooded. The woman over whom the tiff occurred is more capable of such an act than he is.”
A short silence followed, broken by Vance.
“What do you know, Major, about this glass of fashion and mould of form, Pfyfe? He appears a rare bird. Has he a history, or is his presence his life’s document?”