"I mean that after I left your house last night, sir," Arnold explained, "I realized the impossibility of that man having been carried down your drive and out into the road, with a policeman on duty directly opposite, and a cabstand within a few yards. I happened to remember that there was an empty house next door, and it struck me that it might be worth while examining the premises."
Mr. Weatherley withdrew the cigar from his mouth.
"You did that, eh?"
"I did," Arnold admitted. "I made my way to the back, and I found a light in the room which presumably had been the kitchen. From a chink in the boarded-up window I saw several men in the room, including the man whom we discovered in your wife's boudoir, and who had been spirited away. He was lying motionless upon the table, and one of the others was apparently trying to restore him. When they found that it was useless, they took him off with them by the back way into Grove Lane. I saw two of them enter a taxicab and the other two make off."
"And what did you do then?" Mr. Weatherley asked.
"I went and told Count Sabatini what I had seen," Arnold replied.
"And after that?"
"I went home."
"You told no one else but Count Sabatini?" Mr. Weatherley persisted.
"No one," Arnold answered. "I bought a paper on my way to business this morning, and read what I have just read to you."