Markham agreed, and Heath bawled an order over the telephone. Guilfoyle made the distance between Police Headquarters and the Criminal Courts Building in less than ten minutes. The Sergeant almost pounced on him as he entered.
“What time did Drukker leave the house last night?” he bellowed.
“About eight o’clock—right after he’d had dinner.” Guilfoyle was ill at ease, and his tone had the wheedling softness of one who had been caught in a dereliction of duty.
“Which way did he go?”
“He came out the back door, walked down the range, and went into the Dillard house through the archery-room.”
“Paying a social visit?”
“It looked that way, Sergeant. He spends a lot of time at the Dillards’.”
“Huh! And what time did he come back home?”
Guilfoyle moved uneasily.
“It don’t look like he came back home, Sergeant.”