Part 33 (1/2)

Cheek, it was. He said he wanted to slip me up to the train at the last moment. He was carrying on, as I very well knew, with that dreary little Cutler piece, and I suppose he was afraid that she or her mother would hear of it.

Anyone come by while you were waiting?

No. I don't think so. Oh yes there was, though. A porter on a bicycle. Haven't you asked enough questions yet?

Not nearly. What happened next?

Nothing. He took me up to the station, and I caught the train.

And you come right up to London?

Of course I did. And glad I was to get back. I never could stand the country. All slush and muck everywhere. Can't keep your shoes decent two minutes.

Did Rogers say what he was going to do that evening?

He was meeting his girl, I believe.

He didn't say anything else?

Not that I can remember. Why? D you think he told me who he was going to do in?

Did he say anything about his having been followed?

Followed. No. Not to me he didn't.

How much did he give you for the letters?

That's my business.

How much? Stute's tone never changed.

Really. I should like to know what business you've got coming here and questioning me like this.

How much?

Not much, really.

I'm waiting.

About 20.

About 20?

Well, 20.

Where d'you suppose he got that from?

How should I know? Though he did say something about having sold some lottery tickets or something.

Did he say to whom he had sold them?