“Very good, sir.”
“We’d better have everything from the start. Put down first of all the time when we reached the house— about ten minutes ago; that will be near enough. Then the finding of that latchkey; the fact that we got no answer when I rang the bell; the 0·22 pistol in the hall.... Am I going too fast for you?”
“I’m taking it down in shorthand, sir.”
“Good man, Bolam. Give me a longhand copy when you’ve had time to transcribe it.... Next, the fact that the electric light was still burning in the hall.”
“And in this room, too, sir?”
Cyril Norton looked up to where the spray of electric lamps glowed palely over the desk. The Colonel caught his look and hurried to offer an explanation before either of the others could supply one.
“Hubbard must have fallen asleep, lying forward on
