“Yes, sir.”
“So have I. Move your chair — it obstructs my view of Mr. Thayer. That’s better. Mr. Cramer, I could have done this much earlier — indeed, immediately after your arrival — but you were not then ready to listen, and besides, there was the possibility that your men would uncover something that would weaken or even negate my assumptions. I don’t know that they haven’t, so I need to ask a few questions.”
Inspector Cramer’s round red face was not sympathetic. He rasped, “You didn’t say you had questions, you said you had comments. You practically said you know who killed Lewent.”
“I do, unless you know better. That’s all my questions are for. Are you ready to charge anyone?”
“No.”
“Have you found a weapon that satisfies you?”
“No.”
“Have you any evidence that would contradict an assumption that Lewent was killed elsewhere and his body was transported to his room and dumped there?”
“No.”
“Have you evidence pointing to any other place in this house as the spot where he was killed?”