"But—er—why the devil, sir——"
"Because I am a detective," interrupted Carrington, "and I wished to see you."
Sir Malcolm evidently began to grasp the situation at last.
"What about?" he asked, and his face was a little paler already.
"About this murder. I wanted to satisfy myself that you were—or were not—innocent."
"But—er—how?"
"By your actions, conversation, and appearance. I am now satisfied, Sir Malcolm."
"That I am innocent."
"Yes."