huskily. "Yes, sir: certainly, sir."

He crossed the lobby and disappeared.

"There is no other way out, is there?" inquired the detective, glancing
at Dr. Cumberly.

"There is no other way," was the reply; "but surely you don't
suspect"...

"I would suspect the Archbishop of Westminster," snapped Dunbar, "if
he came in like that! Now, sir,"--he turned to Leroux--"you were alone,
here, to-night?"

"Quite alone, Inspector. The truth is, I fear, that my servants take
liberties in the absence of my wife."

"In the absence of your wife? Where is your wife?"

"She is in Paris."

"Is she a Frenchwoman?"

"No! oh, no! But my wife is a painter, you understand, and--er--I met
her in Paris--er--... Must you insist upon these--domestic particulars,
Inspector?"

"If Mr. Exel is anxious to turn in," replied the inspector, "after his
no doubt exhausting duties at the House, and if Dr. Cumberly--"