“Yes, yes. I remember. And the box on the table—the box that’s in my mental picture, and is not in the photograph—THAT was the apparatus you’ve just been describing.”
The Inspector turned upon me with a rapidity that fairly took my breath away.
“Well, where are the other ones?” he asked, pouncing down upon me quite fiercely.
“The other WHAT?” I repeated, amazed; for I didn’t really understand him.
“Why, the other photographs!” he replied, as if trying to surprise me. “There must have been more, you know. It held six plates. Except for this one, the apparatus, when we found it, was empty.”
His manner seemed to crush out the faint spark of recollection that just flickered within me. I collapsed at once. I couldn’t stand such brusqueness.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I answered in despair. “I never saw the plates. I know nothing about them.”