“Yes,” replied Lorian. “Who told you?”
Hulme appeared to be confused by the abrupt question.
“Oh,” he replied, “I heard of it from Baxter, who has the next studio, you know.”
“When did you see Baxter?” asked Lorian casually.
“This morning.”
“I suppose,” said Colonel Reynor to my friend, “a number of your father’s drawings are there?”
“Yes,” answered Lorian slowly; “but the more valuable ones I have at my own studio, including those intended for use in his book.”
Something in his tone caused me to glance hard at him.
“You don’t think they were the burglar’s objective?” I suggested.