"Well, even granting that such is the case, why should Brown have stolen my key? And how could he have known that it was in my desk?"
"I think we discussed that point before," replied the inspector composedly, "and that we came to the conclusion that Brown overheard your conversation with Mr. Phelps on the day of the funeral. Where are you going?"
"To see Brown. I am determined to get the truth out of him."
Blair looked at him.
"Well, Mr. Thorold," he said, "I don't suppose it will do any harm for you to see the man. Meanwhile I will go on to Mrs. Warrender's."
"But you ought to come with me and arrest him."
"I do not think I have sufficient evidence to procure a warrant, Mr. Thorold. A charge of murder is serious, you see."
"Pooh! pooh! I don't want him arrested for murder, but on the charge of breaking open my desk."
"I could do that certainly. Well, you go and see him, Mr. Thorold, while I interview Mrs. Warrender. I'll call along at the cottage later. You needn't let Brown out of your sight until I come."
"You'll arrest him?"