"Make a note that, on being questioned, the man Berkeley exhibited
suspicious emotion. Go on. Jam it down."

Pillingshot reluctantly entered the statement under Berkeley's
indignant gaze.

"Now then, carry on."

"You know, it's all rot," protested Pillingshot. "I never said
Berkeley had anything to do with it."

"Never mind. Ask him what his movements were on the night of the--what
was yesterday?--on the night of the sixteenth of July."

Pillingshot put the question nervously.

"I was in bed, of course, you silly ass."

"Were you asleep?" inquired Scott.

"Of course I was."

"Then how do you know what you were doing? Pillingshot, make a note of
the fact that the man Berkeley's statement was confused and
contradictory. It's a clue. Work on it. Who's next? Daubeny. Berkeley,
send Daubeny up here."

"All right, Pillingshot, you wait," was Berkeley's exit speech.

Daubeny, when examined, exhibited the same suspicious emotion that