"No, sir."
"Nor since?"
"No, sir."
"You took a man upstairs in the middle of the night, without announcing him, whom you knew to be a stranger?"
"Why no, I thought he was a new tenant. We got a few furnished apartments in the building, goes by the month. And then there's always a good deal o' sublettin' in the summer. He was so quiet an' never asked any questions nor anything, goin' right along about his business, I never give him a thought."
"Well, give him a thought now, my boy. When you let him out of the elevator, which way did he turn?"
The boy started and his eyes jumped open. "Oh, good Lord! sir," he cried, "why, he turned down toward 4-B."
His start was reproduced in the persons of all present. Only the coroner controlled himself.
"What time was this?"
"It hadn't quite struck one, sir."