When Eliza departed on this errand, Paul looked at Drek in a questioning manner. "Why do you wish the clothes brought to the consulting-room?" he demanded.
"I want to demand an explanation of Dr. Lester."
"He is too drunk to understand you."
"No, he isn't. I saw him a few minutes ago, and he was coming round. Besides, a knowledge of his position will sober him."
"Do you really believe he killed his own daughter?"
"It would seem so," said Drek in a perplexed tone; "but----"
"But what?"
"Well," explained the inspector sagely, "I have been mixed up in one or two cases of this sort before, and I always mistrust evidence that is too plain."
"You speak in riddles."
"H'm! Maybe; but I tell you I doubt this evidence. It is all dead against Lester; still----"