He's in the next room, by-the-way.

I'll bring him in." He pushed a bell and gave his instructions to the uniformed policeman who came.

Presently the door opened again and the officer ushered in a respectable-looking, middle-aged man, who had "domestic service" written all over him.
"Just tell Mr.Tarling what you told me," said Whiteside.
"About that telegram, sir ?" asked Cole.

"Yes, I'm afraid I made a bit of a mistake there, but I got flurried with this awful business and I suppose I lost my head a bit." "What happened ?" asked Tarling.
"Well, sir, this telegram I brought up the next day to Mr.
Whiteside--that is to say, the day after the murder----" Tarling nodded.
"And when I brought it up I made a false statement.

It's a thing I've never done before in my life, but I tell you I was scared by all these police inquiries." "What was the false statement ?" asked Tarling quickly.
"Well, sir," said the servant, twisting his hat nervously, "I said that it had been opened by Mr.Lyne.As a matter of fact, the telegram wasn't delivered until a quarter of an hour after Mr.Lyne left the place.