"When you woke up this morning, where were you?"
"On the couch in the library."
"Dressed?"
"Yes."
"Then you threw yourself down there when you came in and went to sleep, just as you did earlier in the evening, when you came home from the supper?"
"I suppose so."
"When you woke up and remembered what you had done, you wanted to give yourself up at once to the police?"
"Yes, of course. A gentleman would have to do that, wouldn't he?"
"Undoubtedly," I said, with gravity to match his own. "But why didn't you think of doing that last night?"
He looked nonplussed. "I--don't know! I couldn't have been quite myself." Then he looked up earnestly. "But if I remember shooting Barker, that is the main thing, isn't it?"