“Nothing.”
“And last night, Mr. Cunningham. What can you tell us about that?”
“I was in the drawing-room after dinner with the others, and as I have previously told you, I was a watcher of the card-playing party. I went up to bed about a quarter to twelve.”
“Where was Prescott then?”
“I left him in conversation with Lieutenant Barker.”
“And of course you heard nothing during the night?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Bill,” interjected Anthony. “Tell me this. When Jack and I went into the garden for a smoke, was everybody in the drawing-room? Think carefully.”
I considered for a moment—then replied with decision—“Yes—everybody.”
“You didn’t see anybody leave it?” he reiterated.