CHAPTER XXIXWhen the Professor had made his statement and signed it, which he did with a fine zigzag of a Z and a ‘Richardson’ of which the capital letter was the only one which could be identified with any certainty, he threw down the pen and inquired whether the police were going to make fools of themselves by arresting him.
‘Don’t mind me, if you want to be a laughing-stock! Get on with it!’
‘And you will write to The Times about it? Well, I don’t think we’ll oblige you today, but you must understand that you will be called at the inquest, and that you should be available for further questioning.’
The Professor gave his booming laugh.
‘I shan’t do a bolt, if that’s what you mean!’
Miss Silver had been knitting thoughtfully. When Professor Richardson had banged the door behind him F
