Our client had sat up with staring eyes and every tinge of colour
struck from his astonished face.

"Dead? Did you say he was dead?"

"Yes, sir, he is dead."

"But how? An accident?"

"Murder, if ever there was one upon earth."

"Good God! This is awful! You don't mean--you don't mean that I
am suspected?"

"A letter of yours was found in the dead man's pocket, and we
know by it that you had planned to pass last night at his house."

"So I did."

"Oh, you did, did you?"

Out came the official notebook.

"Wait a bit, Gregson," said Sherlock Holmes. "All you desire is
a plain statement, is it not?"

"And it is my duty to warn Mr. Scott Eccles that it may be used
against him."