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“Well, I came out and asked him what he wanted. He looked me boldly in the eye and said he had just dropped in to urge that I let bygones be bygones, and shake hands on it. No reason why we shouldn’t be friends, he thought. Felt that Miss Fane would wish it. Of course, I was aching to throw him from the window, but I controlled myself. Out of curiosity, I invited him to have one of my cigars. ‘Oh, no, thanks,’ he said. ‘I never use them.’

“He ran on about Miss Fane, and how it would be best if we dropped our enmity of last night. I was cool but polite—I even shook hands with him. When he had gone, I sat down to think the thing out. What could have been his purpose in taking those cigars? As I say, I couldn’t figure it. Now, of course, the matter is only too clear. He proposed to scatter a few false clues. By gad, Inspector—why should he take the trouble to do that? There’s just one answer, isn’t there? He murdered Miss Fane himself.”

Chan shrugged. “I would be happy to join you in thinking that, but first several matters must be wiped away. Among others—an air-tight alibi.”

“Oh, hell—what’s that?” Jaynes cried. “A clever man always has an alibi.” His heavy jaws snapped shut. “I appreciate what Mr. Tarneverro tried to do for me—I do, indeed. When I see him again——”

“When you see him again, you will make no noise,” Charlie cut in. “That is, if you wish to be of help.”

Jaynes hesitated. “Oh—very good. But it won't be easy. However, I’ll hold my tongue if you say so. Was there anything else you wanted ?”

“No, thanks. You have supplied me with plenty. I go on my way with renewed energy.”