is dress clothes and a Glengarry
cap. It was just at the hour when the visitors who had come down for the
night from London were arriving thick and fast; the hall was very full,
and there was a large party of Americans monopolising most of our
_personnel_, so I could not swear positively whether I did see Mr.
Beddingfield or not then, though I am quite sure that it was Mr. Timothy
Beddingfield who dined and spent the evening with the Hon. Mr. de
Genneville, as I know him quite well by sight. At ten o'clock I am off
duty, and the night porter remains alone in the hall.'

"Mr. Tremlett's evidence was corroborated in most respects by a waiter
and by the hall porter. They had both seen the deceased come in at seven
o'clock in company with a gentleman, and their description of the
latter coincided with that of the appearance of Mr. Timothy
Beddingfield, whom, however, they did not actually know.

"At this point of the proceedings the foreman of the jury wished to know
why Mr. Timothy Beddingfield's evidence had not been obtained, and was
informed by the detective-inspector in charge of the case that that
gentleman had seemingly left Birmingham, but was expected home shortly.
The coroner suggested an adjournment pending Mr. Beddingfield's
appearance, but at the earnest request of the detective he consented to
hear the evidence of Peter Tyrrell, the night porter at the Castle
Hotel, who, if you remember the case at all, succeeded in creating the
biggest sensation of any which had been made through this extraordinary
and weirdly gruesome case.

"'It was the first time I had been on duty at "The Castle," he said,
'for I used to be night porter at "Bright's," in Wolverhampton, but just
after I had come on duty at ten o'clock a gentleman came and asked if he
could see the Hon. Robert de Genneville. I said that I thought he was
in, but would send up and see. The gentleman said: "It doesn't matter.
Don't trouble; I know his room. Twenty-one, isn't it?" And up he went
before I could say another word.'

"'Did he give you any name?' asked the coroner.

"'No, sir.'

"'What was he like?'

"'A young gentleman, sir, as far as I can remember, in an Inverness cape
and Glengarry cap, but I could not see his face very well as he stood
with his back to the light, and the cap shaded his eyes, and he only
spoke to me for a minute.'

"'Look all round you,' said the coroner quietly. 'Is there any one in
this court at all like the gentlema