"Let's have it.

You had better tell me everything that is in your mind." "The man was stabbed with a horn-handled knife." "I remember reading that," Laverick admitted.
"Well ?" "The knife was mine," his visitor affirmed, dropping his voice once more to a whisper.

"It lay on the edge of the counter, close to where Mr.Morrison was leaning, and as soon as he'd gone I missed it." Laverick was silent.

What was there to be said?
"Horn-handled knives," he muttered, "are not rare not uncommon things." "One don't possess a knife for a matter of eight or nine years without being able to swear to it," the other remarked dryly.
"Is there anything more ?" "There don't need to be," was the quiet reply.

"You know that, sir.
So do I.