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about the movements of the others.”
    Doctor Roberts took a few minutes to think.
    “It's difficult,” he said frankly, “I can remember my own movements more or less. I got up three times - that is, on three occasions when I was dummy, I left my seat and made myself useful. Once I went over and put wood on the fire. Once I brought drinks to the two ladies. Once I poured out a whisky and soda for myself.”
    “Can you remember the times?”
    “I could only say very roughly. We began to play about nine-thirty, I imagine. I should say it was about an hour later that I stoked the fire; quite a short time after that I fetched the drinks, next hand but one, I think; and perhaps half-past eleven when I got myself a whisky and soda but those times are quite approximate. I couldn't answer for their being correct.”
    “The table, with the drinks was beyond Mr. Shaitana's chair?”
    “Yes. That's to say I passed quite near him three times.”
    “And each time to the best of your belief he was asleep?”
    “That's what I thought the first time. The second time I didn't even look at him. Third time I rather fancy the thought just passed through my mind 'How the beggar does sleep' but I didn't really look at him.”
    “Very good. Now when did your fellow players leave then seats?”
    Doctor Roberts frowned.
    “Difficult - very difficult. Despard went and fetched an extra ash tray, I think. And he went for a drink. That was before me, for I remember he asked me if I'd have one and I said I wasn't quite ready.”
    “And the ladies?”
    “Mrs. Lorrimer went over to the fire once. Poked it I think. I rather fancy she spoke to Shaitana, but I don't know. I was playing a rather tricky no trump at the time.”
    “And Miss Meredith?”
    “She certainly left the table once. Came round and looked at my hand - I was her partner at the time. Then she looked at the other people's hands and then she wandered round the room. I don't know what she was doing exactly. I wasn't paying attention.”
    Superintendent Battle said thoughtfully, “As you were sitting at the bridge table, no one's chair was directly facing the fireplace?”
    “No, sort of sideways on and there was a big cabinet between - Chinese piece, very handsome. I can see, of course, that it would be perfectly possible to stab the old boy. After all when you're playing bridge, you're playing bridge. You're not looking round you and noticing what is going on. The only person who's likely to be doing that is dummy. And in this case -”
    “In this case, undoubtedly dummy was the murderer” said Superintendent Battle.
    “All the same,” said Doctor Roberts, “it wanted nerve you know! After all, who is to say that somebody won't look up just at the critical moment?”
    “Yes,” said Battle. “It was a big risk. The motive must have been a strong one. I wish we knew what it was,” he added with unblushing mendacity.
    “You'll find out, I expect,” said Roberts. “You'll go through his papers and all that sort of thing. There will probably be a clue.”
    “We'll hope so,” said Superintendent Battle gloomily. He shot a keen glance at the other.
    “I wonder if you'd oblige me, Doctor Roberts, by giving me a personal opinion - as man to man.”
    “Certainly.”
    “Which do you fancy yourself of the three?”
    Doctor Roberts shrugged his shoulders.
    “That's easy. Offhand I'd say Despard. The man's got plenty of nerve, he's used to a dangerous life where you've got to act quickly. He wouldn't mind taking a risk. It doesn't seem to me likely the women are in on this. Take a bit of strength, I should imagine.”
    “Not so much as you might think. Take a look at this.”
    Rather like a conjuror, Battle suddenly produced a long, thin instrument of gleaming metal with a small, round jeweled head.
    Doctor Roberts leaned forward, took it, and examined it with rich, professional appreciation. He tried the point and whistled. “What a tool! What a tool! Absolutely made