"Yes."

"But you weren't on the Square or in the store Thanksgiving night?" said
Moxlow.

"No, I dined with General Herbert." The prosecuting attorney elevated
his eyebrows. "I must have been on my way there when the crime was
discovered; I was returning home perhaps a little after eleven when I
met a man who stopped me to tell me of the murder--"

"You were with Mr. McBride Thanksgiving afternoon, were you not?" Moxlow
now asked.

"Yes."

"What was the hour, can you state?"

"About half past four, I should say; certainly no later than that. I
went there on a matter of business, to dispose of some bonds Mr.
McBride had agreed to take off my hands; I was with him, maybe twenty
minutes."

"What were those bonds?"

"Local gas bonds."

"How many were there in the lot you sold?"

"Five."