"She's a young widow lady, very wealthy, it's understood, who came to live in the town some two years ago," replied Hawthwaite. "Very handsome young woman--you'll be seeing her. Between you and me," he added, with a knowing glance, "his Worship--late Worship, I should say--had been showing her great attention, and I don't think she was indifferent to him--he used to go and dine with her a good deal anyway. However, that's neither here nor there, just now. He called, I say, at Abbey Lodge, left these books, and then came on to the Moot Hall, as Bunning said. That's the plain truth about his movements." "I don't think his movements matter," observed Brent. "What does matter is--what were the movements of the murderer, and how did he get into the Mayor's Parlour? Or was he concealed there when my cousin entered and, if so, how did he get out and away?" "Ay, just so, Mr. Brent," agreed Hawthwaite. "As to that, we know nothing--so far. But it was of importance to find out about your cousin's own movements, because, you see, he might have been seen, for instance, in conversation with some stranger, or--or something of that sort, and it all helps." "You don't know anything about the presence of any strangers in the town last night?" inquired Brent. "Oh, we've satisfied ourselves about that," replied Hawthwaite. "We made full inquiries last night at the railway station and at the hotels. There were no strangers came into the town last night, or evening, or afternoon, barring yourself and a couple of commercial travellers who are well known here. We saw to that particular at once." "Then you've really found out--nothing?" suggested Brent. "Nothing!" asserted Hawthwaite. "But the inquest won't be held until to-morrow morning, and by then we may know something. And, in the meantime, there's something you might do, Mr. Brent--I gather that you're his next-of-kin? Very well, sir, then you might examine his papers--private papers and so on. You never know what bit of sidelight you might come upon." "Very good," said Brent. "But I shall want help--large help--in that. Can you recommend a solicitor, now?" "There's Mr. Tansley," replied Hawthwaite. "His office is next door to his late Worship's--a sound man, Tansley, Mr. Brent. And, if I were you, I should get Tansley to represent you at the inquest to-morrow--legal assistance is a good thing to have, sir, at an affair of that sort."