“What key was it?”
“It belonged to Mr. Ranelagh, and was the key to the club-house wine-vault.”
“Where did you put it after taking it up?”
“In my trousers’ pocket.”
“What did you do then?”
“Went out, of course.”
“Without seeing anybody?”
“Of course. Whom should I see?”
It was angrily said, and the flush, which had begun to die away, slowly made its way back into his cheeks.
“Are you willing to repeat that you saw no one?”