"So I did," I admitted; "and how about the front door when you left, was that unfastened, too?"
He said that he had closed the door after him when he went out, but did not know whether it was fixed to open from the outside or not as he had not tried it, but that it was fastened when he returned in the morning because he had to use his key to get in.
"Had Winters a key?" I asked.
"No," he admitted, "I am very sure he hadn't."
"Then in case the door was locked," I said, "how could he have gotten in?"
He looked puzzled for a moment, but brightened up, and suggested that Mr. White might have let him in, as he never refused him admission.
"But in that case," I suggested, "Mr. White would have been awake and he was apparently asleep when he was killed." He had nothing to say to this, except to suggest rather doubtfully that Mr. White might have laid down and gone to sleep again while Winters was there.
"Do you think that likely?" I inquired.
"No," he said, "I do not."
"Then," I continued, "why do you feel so sure that Winters killed him?"