Bampton stood looking at us with a curious expression on his face, and suddenly:
“There's one point,” he said, “on which my conscience isn't easy. You know about that poor devil who fell out of a window? Well, it would never have happened if I hadn't kicked up a row in the street. There's no doubt he was leaning out to see what the disturbance was about when the accident occurred.”
“Did you actually see him fall?” asked Harley.
“No. He fell from a window several yards behind me in the side street, but I heard him cry out, and as I was lugged off by the police I heard the bell of the ambulance which came to fetch him.”
He paused again and stood rubbing his head ruefully.
“H'm,” said Harley; “was there anything particularly remarkable about this man in the Lyons' cafe?”
Bampton reflected silently for some moments, and then:
“Nothing much,” he confessed. “He was evidently a gentleman, wore a blue top-coat, a dark tweed suit, and what looked like a regimental tie, but I didn't see much of the colours. He was very tanned, as I have said, even to the backs of his hands—and oh, yes! there was one point: He had a gold-covered tooth.”
“Which tooth?”
“I can't remember, except that it was on the left side, and I always noticed it when he smiled.”