"The moment he opened the wound he permitted the fresh blood to stain the underwear.

You see, with the exception of his overcoat he wore the same clothing he had on when he was shot." Having established the time when the assassin fired the bullet into Whitmore's body, Britz laid aside the picture and the needle and turned savagely on Luckstone.
"Now, sir!" he exclaimed, bringing his fist down on the table.

"That disposes of your alibis! You had arranged them very craftily after the shooting--all four of your clients spent the morning where disinterested witnesses could see them.

The very fact of their being compelled to supply themselves with alibis proves their guilty knowledge of the crime." Luckstone was too experienced an attorney not to be prepared to meet any new turn which the case might take.

Besides, the coroner's attitude seemed to be antagonistic to the police, and the lawyer resolved not to abandon hope of having the entire matter disposed of at the present hearing.
"It doesn't matter a particle to my clients when Mr.Whitmore was shot," he said, adopting an attitude of indifference.