Detective and mystery stories; Stone, Fleming (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“The reason you may as well tell us,” went on Mr. Stone, “is because it
is a very simple matter for us to find out. You doubtless were at some
hotel, and you went there because you could not get a room at your
club. In fact, this was stated when the coroner telephoned for you, the
morning after the murder. I mean, it was stated that the club bed-rooms
were all occupied. I assume, therefore, that you lodged at some hotel,
and, as a canvass of the city hotels would be a simple matter, you may
as well save us that trouble.”
“Oh, very well,” said Gregory Hall sullenly; “then I did spend the night
at a hotel. It was the Metropolis Hotel, and you will find my name duly
on the register.”
“I have no doubt of it,” said Stone pleasantly. “Now that you have told
us this, have you any objection to telling us at what time you returned
to the hotel, after your evening's occupation, whatever it may have
been?”
“Eh?” said Hall abstractedly. He turned his head as he spoke, and
Fleming Stone threw me a quizzical smile which I didn't in the least
understand.
“You may as well tell us,” said Stone, after he had repeated his
question, “for if you withhold it, the night clerk can give us this
information.”
“Well,” said Hall, who now looked distinctly sulky, “I don't remember
exactly, but I think I turned in somewhere between twelve and one
o'clock.”
“And as it was a late hour, you slept rather late next morning,”
suggested Stone.
“Oh, I don't know. I was at Mr. Crawford's New York office by half-past
ten.”
“A strange coincidence, Burroughs,” said Fleming Stone, turning to me.
“Eh? Beg pardon?” said Hall, turning his head also.
“Mr. Hall,” said Stone, suddenly facing him again, “are you deaf? Why do
you ask to have remarks repeated?”
Hall looked slightly apologetic. “I am a little deaf,” he said; “but
only in one ear. And only at times--or, rather, it's worse at times. If
I have a cold, for instance.”
“Or in damp weather?” said Stone. “Mr. Hall, I have questioned you
enough. I will now tell these gentlemen, since you refuse to do so,
where you were on the night of Mr. Crawford's murder. You were not in
West Sedgwick, or near it. You are absolutely innocent of the crime or
any part in it.”
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