31Frederick Bush stood looking down from his spare height upon the two London police officers who had summoned him to this interview. Invited to take a seat he did so, retaining an upright carriage and his habitual air of dignified melancholy. He had removed his cap, and held it now in the hand which rested upon his right knee.
Lamb looked shrewdly at him and said,
"Thank you for coming here, Mr Bush. We are checking up on the events of Tuesday night, and I think perhaps you can help us." He reached across the table with a paper in his hand. "This is a transcript of the evidence you gave at the inquest. Will you look it through and tell me if you agree that it is correct."
Bush took the paper and laid it upon his left knee. He then put down his cap upon the floor, produced a leather spe
