"Yes, it came on Friday morning."
"Could you give me any idea of the friends he met that day?"
"He hardly saw anyone as it happened. He didn't go up to the city at all. He took the dog for a run on the sands."
"Was he by himself the whole of the time?"
"No, I think he said he met Major Poole and Mr. Eadie and went for a short stroll with them."
"Major Poole lives in Glenelg, I know him--and Mr. Eadie lives in the white house there across the road. Mr. Eadie's a tenant of yours, isn't he?"
"Yes, and my uncle knew him fairly well." The girl smiled rather sarcastically. "Do you suspect Mr. Eadie?" she asked.
The inspector frowned. "Unhappily, Miss McIver, I suspect nobody at present," he replied, "but all the same I should like to learn all I can about this Mr. Eadie. Do you know what
