CHAPTER 12LOOKING back on that morning, I find that my chief trouble was that I persisted in underestimating Lieutenant Kelly. However, I at least no longer took him at his own simple rating of a detective who knew his job.
He turned away from the empty hole at the bottom of the arch and brushed off his knees.
“Now let’s see,” he said, apparently dismissing the pearls. “When you came downstairs Wednesday afternoon to get young Wyndham, where’d you say he was?”
“Up there in the hyphen. He was looking down here.”
“I guess the door flaps was laid back?”
“One of them certainly was. I don’t remember that both were.”
“And you thought somebody was down here?”
“Yes,” I said. “He’d said something about hearing someone when he went upstairs first.”
“You hear anybody?”
“I heard what he heard
