“I spent a few minutes trying to find some trace of the crime, and at the same time figuring upon my own danger.”
“So you waited for some one to come in?”
“I waited till some one did come in.”
“Who was it?”
“Jack Marston—the office boy.”
“How long after you returned was it till Jack Marston appeared?”
“I don’t know. A man under such circumstances hasn’t much knowledge of time.”
“Did you send him to summon the police?”
“I made him understand that Miss Langdon had been killed, and—well, he did the rest without waiting for directions.”
Again that faint smile twitched the corners of Redway’s stern mouth.