"There was an irruption. People coming in from the dressing-room. One was a police inspector in uniform. The other showed policeman through his plain clothes. Now was the time for it! I was quite clear-headed—quite. I must be careful what I said. If I didn't want to say anything I could just close my eyes.
"'Bleeding internally,' said someone.
"Then the police inspector sat down on the bed. What a whale he was!—and asked me questions. I wondered if anyone had caught a glimpse of Sumner. Sumner, bolting like a rabbit. I must risk that.
"'It went off in my hand,' I said.
"'What was he saying? How long had I had that revolver?
"'Bought it this lunch time,' I said.
"Did he ask why? He did. 'Keep up my shooting.'
"Where? He wanted to know where. 'Highbury.'
"'What part of Highbury?' They wanted to trace the pistol. That wouldn't do. Give Mr. Inspector a paper chase. 'Near Highbury.'
"'Not in Highbury?'