"No."
"So presumably the fellow had some motive other than a desire to thieve. Besides, if he'd been on the loot he might much more easily have tried one of the lower floors—and more sensibly."
"It would seem so," Whitaker admitted sulkily.
"And that missing switch-button—"
"What do you know about that?"
"My sources of information.... It strikes me that a man who took that much trouble to prevent your turning on the light must have been rather anxious to avoid recognition. I shed the inference for its intrinsic worth, merely."
"Well...." Whitaker temporized.
"And I'd like to know what you mean to do."
"About what?"
"With the understanding that you're content to leave the case of burglary and assault to the mercies of the police: what do you mean to do with yourself?"