Graham sighed. “I really don’t think it’s any good playing detectives, Kopeikin. The man was in the room; I disturbed him, and he shot at me. Come in, shut that window, and drink some whisky.”
“Gladly, my dear fellow, gladly. You must excuse my curiosity.”
Graham realised that he was being a little ungracious. “It’s extremely kind of you, Kopeikin, to take so much trouble. I seem to have made a lot of fuss about nothing.”
“It is good that you have.” He frowned. “Unfortunately a lot more fuss must be made.”
“You think we ought to call in the police? I don’t see that it can do any good. Besides, my train goes at eleven. I don’t want to miss it.”
Kopeikin drank some whisky and put his glass down with a bang. “I am afraid, my dear fellow, that you cannot under any circumstances leave on the eleven o’clock train.”
“What on earth do you mean? Of course I can. I’m perfectly all right.”
Kopeikin looked at him curiously. “Fortunately you are. But that does not alter facts.”
“Facts?”
“Did you notice that both your windows and the shutters outside have been forced open?”