Chapter TenI found myself once more seated in front of Willkie to account for my whereabouts throughout the day. It would seem someone had reported my conversation with Charles the batman just before he was killed, if indeed Charles the batman had been killed. We were in the same room as earlier, seated at the same desk and on the same chairs—though this time a large amount of whisky sat in a tumbler before me. The good sergeant had placed it there, perhaps thinking such a libation would be needed after the last few days’ adventures.
When the inspector finally returned and everything was sorted, he began interviewing the staff in a separate room. I assumed Abberline was looking for any information about what had occurred before asking what I knew and about my own movements. Instead he tal
