“I know the rest,” said Dunn, shortly; “I don’t see, Mr Clark, that you need remain. Your evidence is merely that of all the party who stayed behind while the others went up to the house.”
“Yes,” said Clark, with a sigh of relief, and making his adieux, he went away.
“Have you formed any theory of the crime, Mr Dunn?” asked Lawrence North, who was consumed with impatient curiosity, during the already known testimony of Clark.
“Not a definite one,” Dunn replied, seeming by his manner to invite advice or discussion. “It is too mysterious to theorize about.”
“By Jove, it is!” North agreed; “I never heard of a case so absolutely strange. I’d like to get into that house and see for myself.”
“See what for yourself Mr North?”
“Whether there’s any secret passage—but, of course you’ve looked for that?”
“Yes; thoroughly. I’m of an architectural mind,——”
“So is Mr North,” said Mrs Blackwood. “He designed this bungalow we’re in now.”
“Are you an architect, Mr North?”