"So the doctor told me. Well?"
Harold was so unsuspicious that the inspector felt uncomfortable, and did not know very well how to put his doubts into words. "Did you see Mr. Malet last night?" he asked.
"No, I did not."
"Oh! If you had, would you have spoken to him?"
"What the devil do you mean?" asked Captain Burton, sharply.
"Only this. That I have been informed at the Manor--by Roberts the butler, if you want to know--that you and Mr. Malet had a quarrel yesterday."
"We had, over family business. That has nothing to do with you."
"I'm not so sure about that," said Woke, drily. "You used threats. You said you would make it hot for him."
Captain Burton jumped up with clenched fists. "Are you trying to make out that I murdered Malet?" he asked savagely. "If so, put your meaning more clearly, and I shall know how to defend myself."
"I don't say you murdered him," protested Woke, soothingly; "but you quarrelled with him, you threatened him, and you were out of doors between nine and ten, during which time he was killed. The position is suspicious--don't be angry, Captain Burton, I am only doing my duty. Of course you can prove an alibi."