Kyte's lowered gaze stole upward toward his employer, sustained his expressionless glare for a second, then shifted.
"Very well," he said unlocking the library door; "I thought he might be armed, that's all."
"Kyte!"
Mr. Kyte turned on the door-sill.
"What do you mean by saying that?"
"Saying what?"
"That you think this fellow Ledwith may be armed?"
Kyte stood silent.
"I ask you again," repeated Sprowl, "why you infer that this man might have armed himself to visit this house?"
Kyte's eyes stole upward, were instantly lowered. Sprowl walked over to him.