Then he looked up and said, 'I suppose Mr. Manderson had dressed for dinner that night?'
'Certainly, sir. He had on a suit with a dress-jacket, what he used to refer to as a Tuxedo, which he usually wore when dining at home.'
'And he was dressed like that when you saw him last?'
'All but the jacket, sir. When he spent the evening in the library, as usually happened, he would change it for an old shooting-jacket after dinner, a light-coloured tweed, a little too loud in pattern for English tastes, perhaps. He had it on when I saw him last. It used to hang in this cupboard here'–Martin opened the door of it as he spoke–along with Mr. Manderson's fishing-rods and such things, so that he could slip it on after dinner without going upstairs.'
'Leaving the dinner-jacket in the cupboard?'
'Yes, sir. The housemaid used to take it upstairs in the morning.'
'In the morning,' Trent repeated slowly. 'And now that we are speaking of the morning, will you tell me exactly what you know about that? I understand that Mr. Manderson was
