"I went back to my hotel down-town. I had to pack."
"Back to your hotel, eh? Can you prove it?"
Leatherbee considered. "I don't know. The boy at the desk may remember when I came in, though I didn't stop there for my key—I had it with me. Anyhow, I didn't see Winterslip after that. I just went ahead with my preparations to sail on the Niagara, and I must say you've got your nerve—"
"Never mind that!" Hallet turned to the woman. "And after Leatherbee left—what happened then?"
"Well, Dan started in on that brooch again," she said. "It made me sore, too—I never did like a tight-wad. Besides, my nerves was all on edge, I'm funny that way, rows get me all upset. I like everybody pleasant around me. He went on arguing, so finally I ripped off the brooch and threw it at him, and it rolled away under the table somewhere. Then he said he was sorry, and that was when he offered to replace it with something more up-to-date. The best money could buy—that was what he promised. Pretty soon we was friends again—just as good friends as ever when I came away, about ten-fifteen. His last words was that we'd look round the jewelry stores this morning. I ask you. Captain, is it reasonable to think I'd have anything to do with murdering a man who was in a buying mood like that?"
Hallet laughed. "So you left him at ten-fifteen—and went home alone?"
"I did. And when I saw him last he was alive and well—I'll swear to that on a stack of Bibles as high as the Times Building. Gee, don't I wish I was safe on Broadway to-night!"
Hallet thought for a moment. "Well, we'll look into all this. You can both go—I'm not going to hold you at
