Young Burton gave an account coinciding with that of Lady Jenny. "My foot must have got twisted," he said, "for it grew very painful, and the ankle is a good deal swollen, Otherwise I should not have let Lady Jenny go on alone; but she was anxious to see my brother and insisted on going. It was a few minutes past nine when she left me. I tried to walk, but could not. Then the rain came on, and I dragged myself under a tree. I got soaked through, and thinking I should probably catch a severe chill--I am not strong, Mr. Woke--I set my teeth to it and hobbled home. I found a stake, which I used as a crutch; but the pain was so great that I could only walk very slowly. No one was about who could help me--it was so late. I got home after ten, and the butler helped me in. Then I went to bed, and put cold water bandages on my foot. It is easier now." "You should get the doctor to see it, Mr. Burton." "The doctor has been too busy examining poor Malet's body," said Wilfred. "I shall see him soon." "Have you any idea who murdered Mr. Malet, sir?" "Great heavens, no! The whole case is a mystery to me." "Mr. Malet had many enemies I believe." "He said he had, but I think he spoke generally rather than of any particular person or persons. So far as I know he had no enemy who specially desired his death." The inspector looked grave and a trifle ill at ease. "Mr. Burton," he said at length, "are you aware that your brother was on bad terms with Mr. Malet?" "They were not friendly," admitted Wilfred, looking anxious. "There was a disagreement about my brother's marriage. But, come now, my brother hasn't anything to do with the affair?" "Well," said Woke, pinching his chubby chin, "it's just this way, sir. I have been making inquiries, and I find that your brother and the deceased had a violent quarrel yesterday afternoon in this house." "I know that, but a quarrel does not mean murder. Confound it, sir, I won't listen to your insinuations." Mr. Woke went on coolly and deliberately. "I questioned Roberts, the butler," he said, "and the man admitted that Captain Burton had used threatening language." "How did Roberts know?" "He overheard Captain Burton at the open door of the library. He spoke loud enough for the whole house to hear, so Roberts says, but there happened to be nobody else about." "Go on," cried Wilfred, flushed and impatient. "Let me hear what my brother said." "He called Mr. Malet a swindler, and said he would make it hot for him." Wilfred smiled derisively. "Really! And on such words, used in a moment of anger, you would accuse my brother of a brutal crime?" "I don't accuse him, sir," retorted Woke, hotly; "but I should like an explanation of his words."