“You didn’t hear any unusual sound in the night like a door opening or anything of that sort?”
“Nothing, Sir Bertram.”
“If you were told that some one had left this house at about three o’clock and gone down to the Great House, what should you have to say about it?”
“I should say that it was impossible, sir,” Rawson asserted. “As you are aware, sir, I sleep in my own quarters adjoining the butler’s pantry on the ground floor. My window and door were both wide open last night, and I am a light sleeper. I was not once disturbed.”
Sir Bertram turned to the Chief Constable.
“Did your informant specify the door which was made use of?”
“It was the door opening from the smaller library.”
Sir Bertram glanced towards Rawson.
“See if that door is fastened,” he directed. “Here, you’d better take the inspector with you.”
The two men left the room. Sir Bertram tapped a cigarette upon the table and lit it.