“No doubt,” I said absently. “Mr. Harton, I am going to ask you some questions, and I hope you will answer them. I feel that I am entitled to some knowledge, because I and my family are just now in a most ambiguous position.”
I don’t know whether he understood me or not: he took of his glasses and wiped them.
“I shall be very happy,” he said with old-fashioned courtesy.
“Thank you. Mr. Harton, did Mr. Arnold Armstrong know that Sunnyside had been rented?”
“I think—yes, he did. In fact, I myself told him about it.”
“And he knew who the tenants were?”
“Yes.”
“He had not been living with the family for some years, I believe?”
“No. Unfortunately, there had been trouble between Arnold and his father. For two years he had lived in town.”
“Then it would be unlikely that he came here last night to get possession of anything belonging to him?”