“Why?” said I, eying him closely.
“Only because the inquiries made at the inquest amounted to very little, and I assumed you would question all the members of the household again.”
“I'm not sure that's necessary,” I responded, following his example in adopting a light, casual tone. “I have no reason to suspect that the servants told other than the exact truth. I have talked to both the ladies, and now I've only a few questions to put to you.”
He looked up, surprised at my self-satisfied air.
“Have you nailed the criminal?” he asked, with a greater show of interest than he had before evinced.
“Not exactly nailed him, perhaps. But we fancy we are on the scent.”
“Resent what?” he asked, looking blank.
“I didn't say `resent.' I said, we are on the scent.”
“Oh, yes. And in what direction does it lead you?”
“In your direction,” I said, willing to try what effect bluntness might have upon this composed young man.