CHAPTER 22THE man came on into the room, diffident and hesitant, and Dan McGrath, still staring at him, was suddenly aware that the man was looking at him. He had a slightly shamefaced look, then, and a deprecatory and apologetic smile.
“I say, awfully sorry, my dear fellow,” he murmured. “Not sporting, you know. Not sporting at all.”
Caroline Winship’s voice had sunk to a soft whisper, an iron threat in a velvet tongue.
“Get out of my house, Elliot.”
“I have asked Mr. Elliot Winship to come here, Miss Winship,” Bull said coolly.
Sidney Copeland stepped forward from where he had halted on his way to the door. He had an abrupt authority of his own. “It’s my professional duty to warn you, Inspector, that Miss Winship is not a well woman. She has suffered a slight cerebral hemorrhage—a s
