"You must know something about his daily life?" he said. "What did he do
with himself?"

"We told you and the police-inspector pretty nearly all we know, last
night," replied Miss Wickham. "As a rule, he used to go out of a
morning--I think, from his conversation, he used to go down to the City.
I don't think it was on business: I think, he liked to look about him.
Sometimes he came home to lunch; sometimes he didn't. Very often in the
afternoon he took us for motor-rides into the country--sometimes he took
us to the theatres. He used to go out a good deal, alone at night--we
don't know where."

"Did he ever mention any club?" asked Mr. Pawle.

"No, never!" replied Miss Wickham. "He was reticent about himself--always
very kind and thoughtful and considerate for Mrs. Killenhall and myself,
but he was a reserved man."

"Did he ever have any one to see him?" inquired the solicitor. "Any men
to dine, or anything of that sort?"

"No--not once. No one has ever even called on him," said Miss Wickham.
"We have had two or three dinner-parties, but the people who came were
friends of mine--two or three girls whom I knew at school, who are now
married and live in London."

"A lonely sort of man!" commented Mr. Pawle. "Yet--he must have known
people. Where did he go when he went into the City? Where did he go at
night? There must be somebody somewhere who can tell more about him. I