“Because I should have seen him from the bench where I sat.”
“No, you would not, because you were the man.”
“You accuse me?”
“I do.”
“I deny it. But I shall say no more to you. Have you a warrant for my arrest?”
“I have not.”
“Then go—and go quickly, before I tell you what I think of you!”
But Bobsy Roberts was no fool. He said, quietly, “I’d rather you would tell me what you think of me. It may help me to get at the truth. There are reasons why we are inquiring into your connection with this matter—you will hear the reasons soon enough. There is peculiar but direct evidence that you are the man who stabbed Mr. Stannard.”
“Evidence? What do you mean?”
“Just what I say. But never mind that. You have nothing else to tell me? No proof to adduce that you were just where you claim to have been when the studio was darkened?”