“Quite so,” the inspector responded. “But, all the same, it is very strongly my impression that he made some discovery the last time he called at Community House.”
At this moment there was a tap at the door and Tony Collyer looked in. Seeing the inspector, he drew back.
“I beg your pardon.”
Steadman looked at the detective, then, receiving an almost imperceptible sign from him, he called out:
“Come in, Tony. We were speaking of you, or rather of your father.”
Tony came in and took the chair Steadman pushed towards him.
“You told me to call to-night, you know, sir. Perhaps you had forgotten.”
“I had,” Steadman said penitently. “But I am very glad to see you, my boy. How is your father?”
“I hardly know,” Tony said slowly. “He is rather bad, I am afraid, poor old chap! You see he suspected the truth about Uncle Luke's murder and it has pretty nearly finished him off.”
The inspector glanced at Steadman. “What did I tell you?”