“H’m!” Muller and the commissioner exchanged glances.

“I think we can venture to hear more of this,” said the commissioner, as if in answer to their unspoken thought.  “Can you give us the details now, Madam?  Who is, or rather who was, this John Siders?”

“John Siders came to our village a little over a year ago,” continued Miss Graumann.  “He came from Chicago; he told us, although he was evidently a German by birth.  He bought a nice little piece of property, not far from our home, and settled down there.  He was a quiet man and made few friends, but he seemed to take to Albert and came to see us frequently.  Albert had spent some years in America, in Chicago, and Siders liked to talk to him about things and people there.  But one day Siders suddenly sold his property and moved to G—.  Two weeks later he was found dead in his lodgings in the city, murdered, and now—­now they have accused Albert of the crime.”

“On what grounds?—­oh, I beg your pardon, sir; I did not mean—­”

“That’s all right, Muller,” said the commissioner.  “As you may have to undertake the case, you might as well begin to do the questioning now.”

“They say”—­Miss Graumann’s voice quavered—­“they say that Albert was the last person known to have been in Siders’ room; they say that it was his revolver, found in the room.  That is the dreadful part of it—­it was his revolver.  He acknowledges it, but he did not know, until the police showed it to him, that the weapon was not in its usual place in his study.  They tell me that everything speaks for his guilt, but I cannot believe it—­I cannot.  He says he is innocent in spite of everything.  I believe him.  I brought him up, sir; I was like his own mother to him.  He never knew any other mother.  He never lied to me, not once, when he was a little boy, and I don’t believe he’d lie to me now, now that he’s a man of forty-five.  He says he did not kill John Siders.  Oh, I know, even without his saying it, that he would not do such a thing.”

“Can you tell us anything more about the murder itself?” questioned Muller gently.  “Is there any possibility of suicide?  Or was there a robbery?”

“They say it was no suicide, sir, and that there was a large sum of money missing.  But why should Albert take any one else’s money?  He has money of his own, and he earns a good income besides—­we have all that we need.  Oh, it is some dreadful mistake!  There is the newspaper account of the discovery of the body.  Perhaps Mr. Muller might like to read that.”  She pointed to a sheet of newspaper on the desk.  The commissioner handed it to Muller.  It was an evening paper, dated G—­, September 24th, and it gave an elaborate account, in provincial journalese, of the discovery that morning of the body of John Siders, evidently murdered, in his lodgings.  The main facts to be gathered from the long-winded story were as follows: