"No. And I particularly asked as to yesterday morning. The hall-porter swears that no Japanese came to the place."
"As to the letters, now. You say that when Mr. Deacon came back, after having left, apparently to get his lunch, he said he came for forgotten letters. Were any such letters afterwards found?"
"Yes—there were three, lying on this very table, stamped ready for postage."
"Where are they now?"
"I have them at my chambers. I opened them in the presence of the police in charge of the case. There was nothing very important about them—appointments and so forth, merely—and so the police left them in my charge, as executor."
"Nevertheless I should like to see them. Not just now, but presently. I think I must see this man presently—the man who was painting in the basement below the window that is supposed to have been shut by the murderer in his escape. That is if the police haven't frightened him."
"Very well, we'll see after him as soon as you like. There was just one other thing—rather a curious coincidence, though of course there can't
