"At any rate it is self-evident that somebody _did_ get to Whitmore and that Whitmore was killed by a bullet wound." "Very well," said the lawyer, accepting the suggestion.

"It is none of my affair, nor does it concern my clients, how the assassin managed to enter and leave Mr.Whitmore's office without being seen by the clerks.
The point is, that Collins wasn't within fifteen miles of Mr.Whitmore's office on the day Mr.Whitmore was found dead.

And the same circumstance of remoteness from the scene of the crime, absolves Mrs.Collins, Mr.
Ward and Beard from participation in the crime." The lawyer shot an exultant glance at Britz, a glance that adequately conveyed the conviction that he had shattered the entire case against his clients.
Coroner Hart glanced inquiringly from Britz to Chief Manning, as if waiting for some cue.
"Does Mr.Luckstone mean he's got an alibi for all his clients ?" Manning said experimentally.
"You caught my meaning precisely." The lawyer smiled confidently at the officials.

"Moreover, Mr.Coroner, I shall not hesitate to disclose the nature of our alibis.

The police may investigate them and we shall lend all the assistance in our power." "Of course, there can be no better defense than an alibi," commented the coroner.
"Here are the facts," Luckstone proceeded eagerly.