“I did.”
“Did you have this admirable weapon about you on the night of the shooting?”
“No.”
“Where was it at that time?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think I do know,” said the cross-examiner placidly. “You had lost it, hadn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so. Now I am going to hazard a guess—dang the thing! it’s all guesses, so far—and I shall know if I’ve hit it whether you admit it or not. You left that gun in your room the night of the burglary, and you haven’t seen it since.”
Brant did not attempt to deny it. “That is also true,” he admitted.
“So far, so good. Now, do you know who it was who broke into your room, and slept in your bed, and stole your artillery?”