“Nothing.”
“Nothing at all?” he demanded.
“Oh! a knife, a piece of pencil, a little money and a few odds and ends. But nothing of any use to us.”
“Then you can’t identify him?”
“Unfortunately we can’t, sir,” was the man’s reply.
“We hope to find out who he is, but from all appearances he’s a total stranger in these parts.”
“It’s very evident that the murderer searched the poor fellow’s pockets,” Jack said. “He was afraid lest his victim might be identified.”
“That’s what we think, m’lord,” remarked one of Booth’s companions. “The tab off the back of his jacket, which bore the maker’s name, has been cut out.”
“By the murderer?” asked Wydcombe.
“Probably so, m’lord.”