I looked at my chest but of course saw nothing.
"It was too good an opportunity to miss," Inskipp went on. There was no stopping the man. "One night when you were under sedation the good doctor found the alcohol we had seen fit to include in one of your supply packages. He of course took advantage of this shipping error and a Corps surgeon made a little operation of his own."
"Then you have been following me and watching ever since?"
"That's right. But this was your case, just as much as it would have been if you knew we were there."
"Then why did you move in for the kill like this?" I snapped. "I didn't blow the whistle for the marines."
This was the big question of the hour and the only one that mattered to me. Inskipp took his time about answering.
"It's like this," he drawled, and took a sip of his drink. "I like a new man to have enough rope. But not so much that he will hang himself. You were here for what might be called a goodly long time, and I wasn't receiving any reports about revolutions or arrests you had made."
What could I say?
His voice was quieter, more sympathetic. "Would you have arrested her if we hadn't moved in?" That was the question.
"I don't know," was all I could say.