‘Where did the sound of the shot come from?’
‘Sure, from the drawing-room, where the master always kept his pistol-thing in the clock-case. Master and the scoundrel Micky were talking in there.’
‘Suppose,’ suggested Richard, ‘that it was Micky who had a revolver.’
‘Then he missed his aim,’ said Bridget, ‘for the master came to me afterwards on the upper landing as sound as a bell.’
‘Did he seem agitated?’ Richard asked.
‘Not he! Why should a gintleman seem agitated because he has shot a scoundrel?’
Bridget appeared to glory in the idea that Raphael Craig might indeed have shot the Scotland Yard detective.
‘And since then you have seen nothing of either your father or Micky?’
‘Nothing whatever,’ said Teresa.
‘And you have no notion where they are?’