"Nobody seems to believe anything these days," Simon re-marked sadly. "But it's still no thanks to you that a lot of large and unfriendly policemen aren't showing me their incredulity right now with a piece of rubber hose."
Half of her mind still seemed to be unreached by his meaning.
"Who did it?"
"I think one of the gentlemen in your bedroom might be able to tell you."
"The what?"
"One of the men in your bedroom. I ran into him at the scene of the crime last night; but he got away. However, it's all right now. It was quite a jolly reunion."
"Are you still raving?"
"Come and see for yourself."
He took her arm and pushed her into the bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. She stopped with a faint gasp on the threshold, her mouth open and one hand going to her throat.
"Who are they?" she begged.