"Shall I show you why it were better for you to answer, Fry?" he purred.
"No!"
"Oh, but I'd better," insisted the crime student. "Fry, let us go back a few hours. You returned home last night about midnight, I think—fifteen or twenty minutes before the hour?"
"Yes."
"There was with you a young man named David Prentiss?"
"Of course."
"Then here is the reason for my questions!" cried Hobart Hitchin, and his whole personality seemed aflame. "Anthony Fry, where is David Prentiss?"