CHAPTER XI.
The Stolen Revolver
(Monday, April 11; 3 p. m.)
“Sit down, Pyne,” said Vance, with peremptory kindness. “We have permission from Professor Dillard to question you; and we shall expect answers to all our questions.”
“Certainly, sir,” the man answered. “I’m sure there’s nothing that Professor Dillard has any reason to hide.”
“Excellent.” Vance lay back lazily. “To begin with, then; what hour was breakfast served here this morning?”
“At half past eight, sir—the same as always.”
“Were all the members of the family present?”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Who calls the family in the morning? And at what time?”
“I do myself—at half past seven. I knock on the doors——”