“You bet your life he did!”
“Where is the rest of the household at present?” Markham asked.
“Miss Sibella’s in her room. She had breakfast in bed at half past ten and told the maid she was going back to sleep. The old lady’s also asleep. The maid and the cook are in the back of the house somewhere.”
“Has Von Blon been here this morning?” put in Vance.
“Sure he’s been here—he comes regular. O’Brien said he called at ten, sat with the old lady about an hour, and then went away.”
“And he hasn’t been notified about the morphine?”
“What’s the use? Drumm’s a good doctor, and Von Blon might blab about it to Sibella or somebody.”
“Quite right.” Vance nodded his approval.
We re-entered the hall and divested ourselves of our wraps.
“While we’re waiting for Doctor Drumm,” said Markham, “we might as well find out what Sproot knows.”