"The weapon——?"
The ejaculation, spoken hardly above a whisper, had come from Colonel Harris. Once more the old man felt—as he had done in his brother-in-law's office—that every drop of blood in him had receded back to his heart, and that he would choke if he attempted to utter another word.
"They say," continued Luke quietly, "that Philip was killed by the thrust of a sharp dagger or stiletto, right through the neck. Well, where is that dagger? Have they found it? Or traced it to its owner?"
Then as Colonel Harris was still silent he reiterated once more:
"Did Sir Thomas tell you if they had found the weapon?"
And Colonel Harris nodded and murmured:
"Yes."
"Actually found the weapon?" insisted Luke.
"Yes."
"Where?"