CHAPTER XIX.
MR. MANDERTON LAYS HIS CARDS ON THE TABLE
The detective’s manner had undergone some subtle change which Robin, watching him closely as he came into the room, was quick to note. Mr. Manderton made an effort to retain his old air of rather patronizing swagger; but he seemed less sure of himself than was his wont. In fact, he appeared to be a little anxious.
He walked briskly into the sitting-room and looked quickly from Bruce to Robin.
“Mr. Greve,” he said, “you can help me if you will by answering a few questions ...”
With another glance at Bruce Wright he added:
“... in private.”
Bruce, obedient to a sign from Robin, said he would ring up in the morning and prepared to take his leave. Robin turned to the detective.
“There are some of your men, I believe,” he said coldly, “watching this house. Would it be asking too much to request that my friend here might be permitted to return home unescorted?”
“He needn’t worry,” replied Manderton with a significant smile. “There’s no one outside now!...”
They watched Bruce Wright pass into the hall and collect his hat and coat. As the front door slammed behind him, the detective added: