gun. . . . There, I believe, I have my case. The smashing of the Captain's alibi about clinches it."
"Oh, quite," said Vance airily. "'Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing'."
Markham regarded him a moment.
"Have you entirely forsworn human reason as a means of reaching a decision? Here we have an admitted threat, a motive, the time, the place, the opportunity, the conduct, and the criminal agent."
"Those words sound strangely familiar," smiled Vance. "Didn't most of 'em fit the young lady also? . . . And you really haven't got the criminal agent, y' know. But it's no doubt floating about the city somewhere.—A mere detail, however."
"I may not have it in my hand," Markham countered. "But with a good man on watch every minute, Leacock won't find much opportunity of disposing of the weapon."
Vance shrugged indifferently.
"In any event, go easy," he admonished. "My humble opinion is that you've merely unearthed a conspiracy."
"Conspiracy? . . . Good Lord! What kind?"
"A conspiracy of circumst'nces, don't y' know."
"I'm glad, at any rate, it hasn't to do with international politics," returned Markham good-naturedly.
He glanced at the clock.
"You won't mind if I get to work? I've a dozen things to attend to, and a couple of committees to see. . . . Why don't you go across the hall and have a talk with Ben Hanlon, and then come back at twelve-thirty? We'll have lunch together at the
