The man's uneasiness palpably was growing by leaps and bounds. He was a tall and intelligent-looking fellow of military build, though spare for his height and of an unhealthy complexion. His eyes were curiously dull, and their pupils interested me, professionally, from the very moment of his entrance.
"You were in charge of the prisoner Samarkan?" began Smith harshly.
"Yes, sir," Morrison replied.
"Were you the first to learn of his death?"
"I was, sir. I looked through the grille in the door and saw him lying on the floor of the cell."
"What time was it?"
"Half-past four A.M."
"What did you do?"
"I went into the cell and then sent for the head warder."
"You realized at once that Samarkan was dead?"