"I've been through every pocket." Allerdyke found the key of the bag, locked it, and set it aside on the mantelpiece.

Then he went over to the suit-case lying on the bench at the foot of the bed, closed and locked it, and dropped the bunch of keys in his pocket.

And just then Dr.Lydenberg came back, dressed, and on his heels came the manager of the hotel, startled and anxious, and with him an elderly professional-looking man whom he introduced as Dr.Orwin.
When James Allerdyke's dead body had been lifted on to the bed, and the two medical men had begun a whispered conversation beside it, Allerdyke drew the hotel manager aside to a corner of the room.
"Did you see anything of my cousin when he arrived last night ?" he asked.
"Not when he arrived--no," replied the manager.

"But later--yes.

I had some slight conversation with him after he had taken supper.