“Now if that was recorded, it had to come from somewhere. We had not started the sparking motor.” Millman was earnest. “And I knew that Roger was up there. Later, unable to find this record, at the laboratory, I reasoned that it must be that Roger had brought it to his home. Evidently, I thought, he wanted to hide it. I decided to make sure. Being an electrician, I thought, at once, how to get in by pulling a fuse, not needing to cut wires or put the safety devices out of commission permanently.”
“What do you think, Roger?” Grover turned to his younger cousin, “Does it strike you as convincing?”
“Maybe he might feel that way.”
“But—with some desperate person abroad——”
“Do I look desperate?” Millman laughed. He was tallish, and a most serious mannered, quiet, earnest person. “What motive could I have for wanting to hurt Roger?”
“You can best answer that,” Grover said quietly.
“I simply wanted to justify my belief that Roger was behind all the spooky goings-on; the animals on the films, and so on.” He nodded to show his satisfaction. “I think I have proved it.”
“Did Potts put this record here?” demanded Grover, and Roger saw that he was thinking fast.
Hating to add still one more count against the handy man who had only his own word to support his declaration that he had flung away a supposably priceless Eye of Om when Clark had made his blunder in the temple, and Potts had found the discarded gem, Roger nodded.
“And how was the recording made? Do you know?”