"When did this happen?" asked Ashton-Kirk, of Drevenoff.
"The murder?"
"Of course!" sharply.
"I don't know the hour. Some time to-night."
"How was it done?"
"He was shot through the chest."
"Where?"
"In his library."
It is natural, under such circumstances, for an informant to become very voluble; but not so Drevenoff. His answers were brief; his manner, too, was sullen and unwilling.
"Tell me what you know about it," requested Ashton-Kirk.