"Why, we discussed that this morning," returned Fuller. "It was Drevenoff, beyond a doubt! He waited in the hall after you told him to go to the police station. Then he stole into the rear room and replaced the window catch. And this being so it was he who admitted the woman——"
"And the man?" Ashton-Kirk smiled as he asked the question.
"The man?" Fuller's face grew blank. "Why, the man must have been Warwick! And if it was," after a moment, "why did he require to be admitted to the house by a side window when he could have gone in by the front door?"
If Ashton-Kirk intended to reply to this, he had no time to do so; for at that moment they heard a step behind them and looking around they saw the well-knit figure and expressionless face of Okiu.
[CHAPTER IX]
Okiu Once More
The Japanese nodded and smiled in his peculiarly meaningless fashion, the black, intent eyes going from one to the other.
"I was getting a breath of air," said he, "and reading a favorite book, when I happened to see you here. I trust you are well?"