“ Now, my fine fellow,” said Stanley Hopkins, “who are you, and what do you want here?”
The man pulled himself together, and faced us with an effort at self-composure.
“ You are detectives, I suppose?” said he. “You imagine I am connected with the death of Captain Peter Carey. I assure you that I am innocent.”
“ We’ll see about that,” said Hopkins. “First of all, what is your name?”
“ It is John Hopley Neligan.”
I saw Holmes and Hopkins exchange a quick glance.
“ What are you doing here?”
“ Can I speak confidentially?”
“ No, certainly not.”
“ Why should I tell you?”
“ If you have no answer, it may go badly with you at the trial.”
The young man winced.
“ Well, I will tell you,” he said. “Why should I not? And yet I hate to think of this old scandal gaining a new lease
