Ferguson frowned in perplexity. The antagonism between the brothers was plainly discernible and Frank Latimer, instinctively aware of which way the detective’s thoughts were turning, grew uncomfortably warm and conscious that he was still wearing his heavy overcoat.
Had Ferguson learned of the frequent disputes between the brothers, which had at different times kept their Washington friends in constant dread of their quarrels developing into actual conflict?
“Is it your custom to keep your safe unlocked, Mr. Hale?” asked Ferguson, breaking the short silence.
“No.”
“Are you aware that it was open on Tuesday night?”
Hale picked up the flask of cognac, eyed it a moment, then laid it down again before answering.
“No.”
“Has any one besides you the combination?”
“No.”
The detective watched Hale closely. Was his use of monosyllables due to physical weakness, to a naturally taciturn disposition, or to a desire to conceal information? Ferguson sighed impatiently and resumed his examination with the point still undecided in his mind.