“There in the room when he was killed?”
“Just that.”
“Then you did it—by accident, perhaps—and that is the reason why you do not——”
“No. You’re wrong.”
“Well, what, then?”
“I was there when he was killed; at least I suppose I was, but I was either unconscious, or asleep, for I did not see it done, and I did not know that he was dead until I awoke, at three o’clock this morning, and found him.”
“Had you quarreled?”
“We always quarreled. There never was a time when we did not quarrel.”
“How was he killed? What killed him?”
Danton left his chair and crossed to the window again, but after a moment he returned and stood facing the detective.