teenth my lucky day, and he gave me all the silver he had in his pocket—nickels and dimes and quarters and one fifty-cent piece.
Vance: How much altogether?
Boy: Three dollars and forty-five cents.
Vance: And then he went to his room?
Boy: Yes, sir—I took him up. He lives on the third floor.
Vance: Did he go out again later?
Boy: No, sir.
Vance: How do you know?
Boy: I'd 've seen him. I was either answerin' the switchboard or runnin' the elevator all night. He couldn't 've got out without my seein' him.
Vance: Were you alone on duty?
Boy: After ten o'clock there's never but one boy on.
Vance: And there's no other way a person could leave the house except by the front door?
Boy: No, sir.
Vance: When did you next see Major Benson?
Boy (after thinking a moment): He rang for some cracked ice, and I took it up.
Vance: What time?
Boy: Why—I don't know exactly. . . . Yes, I do! It was half past twelve.
Vance (smiling faintly): He asked you the time, perhaps?
Boy: Yes, sir, he did. He asked me to look at his clock in his parlor.
Vance: How did he happen to do that?
Boy: Well, I took up the ice, and he was in bed; and he asked me to put it in his pitcher in the parlor.
