Drukker had risen.
“Why shouldn’t I go with them?” he retorted petulantly. “I want to find out about this affair. Maybe—as they say—I can help them.” And with a gesture of impatience he joined us.
CHAPTER VI.
“ ‘I,’ Said the Sparrow”
(Saturday, April 2; 3 p. m.)
When we were again in the Dillard drawing-room and Miss Dillard had left us to rejoin her uncle in the library, Vance, without preliminaries, proceeded to the business in hand.
“I didn’t care to worry your mother, Mr. Drukker, by questioning you in front of her, but inasmuch as you called here this morning shortly before Mr. Robin’s death, it is necessary—as a mere routine procedure—that we seek whatever information you can give us.”
Drukker had seated himself near the fireplace. He now drew in his head cautiously, but made no answer.
“You came here,” continued Vance, “about half past nine, I believe, to call on Mr. Arnesson.”
“Yes.”
“By way of the archery range and the basement door?”