XXXVThe Chief Inspector shifted his gaze to Miss Silver, who continued to knit. After a moment he repeated his last remark.
“They don’t prove a thing, and you know it. Anyone staying in the house could have left those prints without having anything more to do with the murder than you—or me. Think of trying them on a jury—” he gave a short bark of laughter—“Well, I see myself! I’ll go a step further. Say we find his prints on the extension in Porlock’s room—what does it prove? That he went in there and put through a call. Most likely everyone in the house telephoned some time today or yesterday. Masterman will say he used the nearest instrument. Say we find his prints on the billiard-room window—by all accounts he’s spent most of his time in that room since he came—he’ll say he opened the
