Walter Brooklyn seemed to think for a minute before replying. “Well,” he said, “I strolled about for a bit round Piccadilly Circus and Shaftesbury Avenue, and then I went home to the club.” “At what time did you reach your club?” “I should guess it was shortly before midnight.” “That is a considerable time after you left Liskeard House.” “I am merely telling you what happened.” “The club porter could probably confirm the time of your return?” “Yes, I imagine so.” “And is there any one who would be able to substantiate your account of what you did between 10.15 and midnight? Were you strolling about all that time?” “Yes, I suppose I was.” “Were you alone?” “Yes.” “Then there is no one who could confirm your story?” “Probably not. But I did meet one or two people I knew.” “None of them is here now?” “No.” “Do you desire that the inquest should be adjourned in order that they may be called?” “No. What on earth for? I don’t know whether I could find them, anyway.” “Then I think there is nothing further I need ask you.” And with that, a good deal bewildered, Walter Brooklyn was told to leave the witness box. He went back to his seat, but a minute later got up and left the court. Many pairs of eyes followed him as he walked slowly towards the door, and the more experienced spectators nudged one another as Inspector Blaikie rose quickly in his place and went out after him. Joan, in her place in the court, saw her stepfather leave; but she did not notice that the inspector had followed. Ellery, who did notice, said nothing; for though he realised what was about to happen he saw that there was no means of preventing the arrest.