He is a millionaire, okay! He doesn't know where to find random medical students!

HIS BROTHER JUST DIED.

"Hi. Um. Mr. Way's brother wanted you to be aware that, uh, you've inherited all of his money. ..Also I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Yes, he... just told me."

"...Did William tell you he saw it coming?"

"No?!"

"I-- Look. Here." He pulls out the note where he'd written it down, what William Way told him he saw. "He didn't give a date but it was while reading a book with Alexander Roby and Roby's in the asylum now, it had to have been over two years ago this happened. He told me about it three days ago. And then it -- it happened."

"What does that mean?!"

"I don't know."

"He can't have had a, what, a psychic vision? That doesn't happen!"

"I'm sorry. I -- I don't mean to put all this on you." His distress and confusion is showing on his face, which is fine, it fits the situation. "I just -- I don't want to go around carrying that moment in my head for the rest of my life."

"Did you tell Detective Inspector Taylor?"

"I did, but... he didn't know the man. It doesn't -- it doesn't matter, he's not going to go on caring about Way after he finds who did it, it doesn't mean anything to him-- ...Did you see William at all? In the past few days? Was there... was there anything that... that you noticed..."

"I was the last person who saw him before he died-- I didn't--"

"You want to know something horrible? Before all this I was up near Wales at the asylum they're keeping Roby at and the morning after I got there two nurses got killed."

"What?"

"The murder suspect told me the devil did it. They still haven't figured out how it happened."

"Who's killing all these people?"

"I don't know! Roby's got three friends on the outside. One of them is supposed to have killed a tramp with his mind. I think I might be going crazy myself because I almost believe it."

"You can't kill tramps with your mind!"

"I keep wondering what would happen if I went and confronted him about all this. He's got an office around here, you know, he's an antiques dealer. But the part of me that thinks he could have any connection is also a bit terrified."

"I would be terrified too! Why would anyone want to kill William? All he wanted to do was make music."

"I really can't imagine. I'm so sorry for dumping all of this on you. It's been a stressful week. I know you're grieving."

"It's all right," she says. "I want them to find whoever killed him."

"If you hear anything, let me know? And if I hear anything, I'll let you know." He writes down his contact info on a page of his notepad and hands it to her. "...I suppose while I'm here I should ask if you've ever met Roby, or heard anything about him. But it's okay if you can't think of anything."

Wide eyes. "I have no idea who that is."