“I really cannot recollect the exact time; I did not reach this house until after two this morning. We had a pretty gay time at the club, and I was in no condition to remember the hour,” and he smiled deprecatingly.
Again Brett did not press the question. He turned over the pages of his small memorandum book in which he had been making entries.
“Have you any idea where Senator Carew dined and spent the evening?”
“No,” came the emphatic answer. “He asked me to tell my mother not to expect him at dinner, that was all.”
“Ah, indeed. Have you any idea when the Senator left the house?”
“No, I left him here, and went up to my room, where I stayed until dinner was announced.”
“Where is your room?”
“Third floor, back.”
“Who has rooms on the next floor?”