I heard Walters let them in; heard them climb the stairs and walk
about in the room overhead. In a short time Walters knocked at my
door and told me that Chief Inspector Bray desired to speak to me.
As I preceded the servant up the stairs I felt toward him as an
accused murderer must feel toward the witness who has it in his
power to swear his life away.

He was a big active man--Bray; blond as are so many Englishmen.
His every move spoke efficiency. Trying to act as unconcerned as
an innocent man should--but failing miserably, I fear--I related
to him my story of the voices, the struggle, and the heavy man who
had got by me in the hall and later climbed our gate. He listened
without comment. At the end he said:

"You were acquainted with the captain?"

"Slightly," I told him. Archie's letter kept popping into my mind,
frightening me. "I had just met him--that is all; through a friend
of his--Archibald Enwright was the name."

"Is Enwright in London to vouch for you?"

"I'm afraid not. I last heard of him in Interlaken."

"Yes? How did you happen to take rooms in this house?"

"The first time I called to see the captain he had not yet arrived
from India. I was looking for lodgings and I took a great fancy to
the garden here."