"What do you think?" demanded Parker, impatiently.
"No," said Wimsey. "I told you about that George business this morning, because glass bottles are facts, and one mustn't conceal facts. But I'm not obliged to tell you what I think."
"You don't think, then, that Ann Dorland did the murder?"
"I don't know about that, Charles. I came here hoping that this room would tell me the same thing that it told you. But it hasn't. It's told me different. It's told me what I thought all along."
"A penny for your thoughts, then," said Parker, trying desperately to keep the conversation on a jocular footing.
"Not even thirty pieces of silver," replied Wimsey, mournfully.
Parker stacked the canvasses away without another word.
CHAPTER XIX
Lord Peter Plays Dummy