The detective did not reply to this. He asked another question: “Can you account for your movements from ten o’clock on Saturday night to, say, six o’clock on the following morning?” “No, I can’t,” replied Grayson. “Why not?” “Because I happened to be asleep. I went to bed at the ‘Mariner’s Arms’ just before ten, and I woke up at a quarter-past six. I can’t help you there.” “It was to help you that the question was asked,” said the superintendent gravely. The young man gave a short laugh. “I see what you mean,” he said, “but the same thing applies to a score or so of people who were sleeping close to the quay that night, doesn’t it? I can’t prove an alibi any more than they can.” The Chief Constable shrugged his shoulders, but would not commit himself. “Well, Mr. Grayson,” he said, “thank you for all you have told us. I’m sorry we must detain you for a time, but I hope, for your sake, it will not be long. Superintendent Norton will do his best to make you comfortable. We shan’t lock you up in a cell, you know—unless we see cause to arrest you. But you won’t be allowed to leave the house.” “Well?” he asked when Grayson was out of the room. “I’m not satisfied yet,” said Colson. “There’s that matter of the cigar band. I’d like to have it identified by Canon Fittleworth. I don’t expect it, but he _may_ help us there.” The superintendent laughed. “Don’t be too down on the parson, Colson,” he said. “We’ll see what he says by and by. Meanwhile, Mr. Crosby ought to be here. He can identify Grayson’s statement about the lawsuit, sir.” “Yes,” said the Chief Constable, “I agree.” A few minutes later Crosby came in, by appointment, and was told of the detention of Grayson and the statement he had made. “I can verify all he says about there being ill-feeling between my late client and Grayson’s family,” he said. “That’s perfectly true. I don’t know this young Grayson personally, but from what I’ve heard of him he’s all right. He did splendidly in the war, I know—and he’s had to pay for it—yes—shell-shock, Major. That’s all right. As to what you tell me about the cigar band, you’ll get Canon Fittleworth to identify it, I suppose? Exactly. As it’s a fairly well-known brand, I shouldn’t think there’s much upon which to build a case; but that’s your lookout. Whoever the fellow is, I hope you’ll get him. Now, I’m returning to London immediately after the funeral. I shall come down to the adjourned inquest, of course. But is there anything else I ought to know?” “We’re in confidence, Mr. Crosby?” asked the wary superintendent. “Of course. As the legal representative of the deceased I shall naturally observe that.” “We’d like to show you a few things we found in the cabin, then. Colson, where are they?”