"If what he says is true," whispered Jones to me, "where does Mrs. Darwin come in? He must have dreamed all this. Darwin was shot at midnight."
"He didn't dream that he had been held a prisoner, at least," I returned. "As for the rest, I presume it's all true enough," and I turned toward McKelvie to get his opinion in the matter.
"Mr. Darwin," McKelvie said, as Lee opened his eyes again, "are you strong enough to answer some questions?"
"Yes," Lee answered.
"Describe the man who questioned you?"
"I never saw him. The room was always dark. I heard his voice, that is all. It was always a harsh whisper. But wait, once I put out my hand and felt a beard, long and silky."
McKelvie nodded quickly. "What questions did he ask you?"
"He asked me where I was the night of the murder, and he kept saying over and over, 'someone you love is in danger and when you tell me what you know about your uncle's murder, she will be freed.'
"I had a feeling this was another trap," Lee went on, "since if I told him that she had committed the murder they would send her to prison. I had no idea what his connection with the affair might be, but I determined not to be caught napping again."
"There is no connection between him and the murder," responded Jones authoritatively. "We've got the criminal locked up this minute."