"When did he show it to you, sir?"
"Before he went to Malta, of course," said Robinson in mild surprise.
"You don't suppose he showed it to me when he returned. When did he
return to England?" he asked the Professor, with an afterthought.
"Yesterday afternoon, about four o'clock," replied Braddock.
"Then, from the condition of the body"--the doctor felt the dead
flesh--"he must have been murdered last night. H'm! With your
permission, Painter, I'll examine the corpse."
The constable shook his head. "Better wait, sir, until the inspector
comes," he said in his unintelligent way. "Poor Sid! Why, I knew him. He
was at school with me, and now he's dead. Who killed him?"
None of his listeners could answer this question.