The words recalled Paul to himself. Why was he acting like a detective? and what was he seeking to discover? Nevertheless, he felt impelled to continue. “And that queer old chap whom you met—why didn't he help you?”
“Because I passed him before I ran into the—the parallelogram, and I suppose he didn't know what happened behind him?”
“Did he have anything in his hand?”
“Can't say.”
“And you say you were unconscious afterwards?”
“Yes!”
“Long enough for the culprit to remove the principal evidence of his crime?”
“Come! I say, really you are—you know you are!”
“Have you any secret enemy?”
“No.”