"It's a bad business," said Taylor.
"And you haven't a suspicion as to the guilty man?"
"No, as Moxlow says, we haven't a clue to go on. It's incredible though, isn't it, that a crime like that could have been committed here almost in broad daylight, and its perpetrator get away without leaving a trace behind?"
"It is incredible," agreed North, and they lapsed into silence.
North thought of Elizabeth. He would slip out to Idle Hour that afternoon or evening; he couldn't leave Mount Hope without seeing her. The coroner drummed on his desk; he wondered what had taken Moxlow from the room in such haste. The prosecuting attorney's brisk step sounded in the hall again, and he reëntered the room and resumed his chair.
"Just one or two more questions, North, and then I guess we'll have to let you go," he said. "You have been on very friendly terms with the murdered man for some time, have you not?"
"He was very kind to me on numerous occasions."
"In a business way, perhaps?"
"Largely in a business way, yes."
"It—pardon me—usually had to do with raising money, had it not?"