"I hope," he said dryly, "that I shall come in for the privilege of your better acquaintance. Your talents, Mr. Burton, are the sort for which a politician might find many excellent uses."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I shall be wanting a job," I admitted, "now Prado's gone."
He pulled up the chair, and spread out his papers on the table.
"You've no special objection to my not opposing the remand this morning?" he asked, looking up at me sharply.
"It depends upon what you call a special objection," I said. "If you can get the magistrate to give me bail, or whatever you call it, I certainly shan't kick. With Guarez and his crowd still at large, I'd like to be outside, if only to look after Miss Solano."
"Miss Solano is already being looked after," he said curtly. "There's a private detective watching the Tregattocks' house night and day; and as far as Guarez and the others are concerned, I've got a warrant for the arrest of the whole gang. It's merely a matter of finding them now."
"It seems to me," I remarked admiringly, "that I can't do better than leave the whole thing in your hands."
He nodded. "I see no good in opposing the police this morning. Their evidence is too strong for the magistrate to dismiss the case. Sangatte and one of his servants are prepared to swear that you left the house at midnight, and we have only the testimony of Miss Solano and Mr. Logan to contradict them."
"What time was Prado murdered?" I asked.
"Some time between twelve-thirty and one. He seems to have had one visitor earlier in the evening and then another, or else the same man back again, soon after midnight."