"
"What will be done next?" asked Viner.
"He'll be brought before the magistrate in an hour or two," said
Drillford. "Formal proceedings--for a remand, you know. I shall want you
there, Mr. Viner; it won't take long. I wish the fellow would tell us
who he is."
"And I wish I could remember where and when I have seen him before!"
exclaimed Viner.
"Ah, that's still your impression?" remarked Drillford. "You're still
convinced of it?"
"More than ever--since seeing him just now," affirmed Viner. "I know his
face, but that's all I can say. I suppose," he continued, looking
diffidently at the inspector, as if he half-expected to be laughed at for
the suggestion he was about to make, "I suppose you don't believe that
this unfortunate fellow may have some explanation of his possession of
Mr. Ashton's ring?"
Drillford, who had been replacing the ring in a safe, locked the
door upon it with a snap, and turned on his questioner with a look
which became more and more businesslike and official with each
succeeding word.
"Now, Mr. Viner," he said, "you look at it from our point of view. An
elderly gentleman is murdered and robbed.
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