“I saw him at the Dower House, trying to get into Miss Leamington’s room, and he was as near to being a dead orang-outang as he has ever been.”
The man dropped the lighted spill on the hearth and stood up.
“Did you shoot him?” he asked.
“I shot at him.”
Gregory nodded.
“You shot at him,” he said softly. “That accounts for it. Why did you shoot him? He’s perfectly harmless.”
“He didn’t strike me that way,” said Michael coolly. “He was trying to pull Miss Leamington from her room.”
The man’s eyes opened.
“He got so far, did he? Well?”
There was a pause.