“Inside the room?”
“Or outside, either. But inside, I suppose has been trampled by a score of people!”
“You can’t get footprints on a thick rug,” the discomfited Morton grumbled.
“Sometimes you can. And a polished floor will often show marks. What have you done, anyway?”
“There was enough to do, Mr. Cray,” Morton flared back at him. “I have been busy every minute since I began, except for a few hours sleep.”
“Over twenty-four hours since the alarm was given. You’ve put in at least twelve, then. What have you done?”
“A lot. I’ve found out, to my own satisfaction, that—if it is a murder—Gordon Lockwood knows all about it.”
“You suspect him?”
“Either of the deed, or of guilty knowledge.”
“And his motive?”