I have one or two more questions to put to you.' 'Well ?' Rocco murmured, with an air of tired resignation, as if to say, 'What must be must be.' 'Where has Dimmock's corpse been during the last three or four days, since he--died ?' 'Oh!' answered Rocco, apparently surprised at the simplicity of the question.

'It's been in my room, and one night it was on the roof; once it went out of the hotel as luggage, but it came back the next day as a case of Demerara sugar.

I forgot where else it has been, but it's been kept perfectly safe and treated with every consideration.' 'And who contrived all these manoeuvres ?' asked Racksole as calmly as he could.
'I did.

That is to say, I invented them and I saw that they were carried out.

You see, the suspicions of your police obliged me to be particularly spry.' 'And who carried them out ?' 'Ah! that would be telling tales.