I mean that you suspect somebody, or you would have no objection to giving evidence at the inquiry." "I have no suspicions.

To me the affair is just as much of an enigma as to you," I hastened at once to explain.

"My only fear is that if the assassin knew that I had identified him he would take care not to betray himself." "You therefore think he will betray himself ?" "I hope so." "By the fact that the man was attacked with an Italian stiletto, it would seem that his assailant was a fellow-countryman," suggested the detective.
"The evidence certainly points to that," I replied.
"You don't happen to be aware of anyone--any foreigner, I mean--who was, or might be his enemy ?" I responded in the negative.
"Ah," he went on, "these foreigners are always fighting among themselves and using knives.

I did ten years' service in Edinburgh and made lots of arrests for stabbing affrays.

Italians, like Greeks, are a dangerous lot when their blood is up." Then he added: "Personally, it seems to me that the murdered man was enticed from London to that spot and coolly done away with--from some motive of revenge, most probably." "Most probably," I said.