A keeper appeared. In his hand was the hat. Annandale took it, his eyes still following the body that was being removed.
“There,” said Orr abruptly, “there is the man that killed Loftus. But come,” he added. “Sylvia is waiting. Goodbye, Peacock. We have both had a lesson in presumptive proof.”
Astonishment lifted Annandale visibly like a flash. “What!” he exclaimed. “What! What’s all this?”
Then Orr, a hand on his arm, led him away, and as they passed from the General Sessions, told him what had occurred.