"Who's asleep, dearest?" said Sheila.
"I mustn't say the name," said George, cunningly. "He'd hear it—even in his sleep—even if you whispered it. But he's tired, and he nodded off. So I ran in here and told them all about it while he snored."
The police superintendent tapped his forehead significantly behind Sheila's back.
"Has he made any statement?" asked Parker.
"Yes, he insisted on writing it himself. Here it is. Of course...." the Superintendent shrugged his shoulders.
"That's all right," said George. "I'm getting sleepy myself. I've been watching him for a day and a night, you know. I'm going to bed. Sheila—it's time to go to bed."
"Yes, dear."
"We'll have to keep him here to-night, I suppose," muttered Parker. "Has the doctor seen him?"
"We've sent for him, sir."
"Well, Mrs. Fentiman, I think if you'd take your husband into the room the officer will show you, that would be the best way. And we'll send the doctor in to you when he arrives. Perhaps it would be as well that he should see his own medical man too. Whom would you like us to send for?"