That's what makes me say he never killed himself." West sat silent and motionless, looking straight at the man opposite, endeavouring to decide on a course of action.

Someway in the depth of his earnestness, Sexton no longer appeared a servant.

He was a man, voicing a man's heart.

West realized the change instinctively; here was an intelligent loyal fellow, to be met frankly, and for the time being, at least, on the ground of equality.

It would be useless to try to either mislead, or deceive.
"Sexton," he began finally, "this is a pretty serious charge you make, my man, but since I have been thinking things over, I confess some suspicious circumstances have arisen in my own mind.