"That's the point," Stone said. "It does seem as if Young possesses some information of importance."
"Well," Iris went on, angrily, "now they've got the two of them there, why can't you confront Winston with Young and let them tell the truth?"
"Perhaps they won't," Hughes put in, "you know, Miss Clyde, we didn't arrest Mr. Bannard without thinking there was enough evidence against him to warrant it."
"You did! That's just what you did! There wasn't any evidence—that is, none of importance! Mr. Stone, you don't think Win guilty, do you?"
Here Iris broke down, and shaking with convulsive sobs she let Lucille lead her from the room.
"Of course she's upset," Hughes said, with sympathy in his hard voice. "But she's got trouble ahead. I think she's in love with Winston Bannard——"
"Oh, do you!" chirped Fibsy, unable to control his sarcasm. "Why, what perspicaciousness you have got! And you are quite right, Mr. Hughes, Miss Clyde is so much in love with that suspect of yours that she can't think straight. Now, looky here, Mr. Bannard didn't kill his aunt."
"Is that so, Bub? Well, as Mr. Dooley says, your opinion is interestin' but not convincin'."
"All right, go ahead in your own blunderin' way! But how did Mr. Bannard get out of the locked room?"
"Always fall back on that, son! It's a fine climax where you don't know what to say next! I'll answer, as I always do, how did any other murderer get out of the room?"