Prescott, absorbed in the fingerprint matter, went off to see about it, leaving Belknap to take up the trail alone. The attorney concluded to go first to Pollard’s, and note for himself the attitude of the man who had threatened Gleason’s life. He found Manning Pollard in his rooms at the little hotel, and was greeted with courtesy, though with no great cordiality. “Come in, Mr Belknap,” Pollard said, “I can give you a short interview, but I’ve a piece of important work on hand.” “I’ll stay only a few minutes,” the other said, ingratiatingly, “but I’d like your help. I know all about that remark of yours concerning your dislike of Mr Gleason. That’s past history—though I may say it will become famous.” “But why?” broke in Pollard, frowning a little. “You must admit there are lots of people who feel like that——” “I know, but they don’t put it into words. Just as there are lots of people who would steal if they were sure they’d not be caught. But they don’t, as a rule, advertise this.” “All right, go ahead. You don’t suspect me of the murder?” Pollard’s frank glance seemed to compel an honest reply, and Belknap said, “I don’t—but only because it has been proved that it was impossible for you to have been in the vicinity of Gleason’s place at that time.” “You couldn’t have much more positive proof, I suppose,” and Pollard smiled. “All right, then, what can I do for you?” “Tell me whom you suspect.” Belknap shot out the words, in an effort to catch Pollard off his guard, for it was the attorney’s belief that the clubman knew more of the matter than he had told. “You give me a difficult question, Mr Belknap,” Pollard said, in a serious tone. “I daresay everybody has vague suspicions floating through his brain, but to put them in words is—well, might it not start inquiry in a wrong direction and do ultimate harm?” “It might, if spoken to the public, but to the investigators of the case, I think it is your duty to tell all you know.” “Oh, I don’t _know_ anything. Not anything. I assure you. But if I were to express an opinion or make a surmise, I should say look for some incident in Mr Gleason’s private life. I know enough of his character and temperament to feel sure that he had friends among people outside the social pale, and it seems to me there’s the direction in which to look. It’s really no secret that Mr Gleason entertained the sort of young ladies who are usually classed under the general title of ‘chorus girls’ whether they are in the chorus or not. Look that way, I imagine, and you will, at least, find food for thought.” “You don’t know of any particular girl in whom he was interested?”