�Perhaps.� He meditated. �Just tell me one or two things.�
�Oh, go ahead. You won�t stump me!� Granice heard himself say with a laugh.
�Well—how did you make all those trial trips without exciting your sister�s curiosity? I knew your night habits pretty well at that time, remember. You were very seldom out late. Didn�t the change in your ways surprise her?�
�No; because she was away at the time. She went to pay several visits in the country soon after we came back from Wrenfield, and was only in town for a night or two before—before I did the job.�
�And that night she went to bed early with a headache?�
�Yes—blinding. She didn�t know anything when she had that kind. And her room was at the back of the flat.�
Denver again meditated. �And when you got back—she didn�t hear you? You got in without her knowing it?�
�Yes. I went straight to my work—took it up at the word where I�d left off—Why, denver, don�t you remember?� Granice suddenly, passionately interjected.
�Remember—?�
�Yes; how you found me—when you looked in that morning, between two and three... your usual hour...?�