“Take a seat, Mr. Cook,” said Sinclair. “Now I think we are all here. We are going to piece together this mystery.”
The others looked at the house agent in astonishment. What was he doing in this gathering? Their speculations were interrupted by Sinclair who spoke slowly and with a solemn tone in his voice.
“This has been a problem of some difficulty and I am not going to disguise the fact that at one time it nearly baffled the authorities. Now it is quite clear.”
“It may be to you, sir,” said Fletcher “but to me it is as dark as ever.”
A flicker of a smile came to Sinclair’s grim face.
“Perhaps you would like to ask a question or two?” he asked.
“Who was talking with Lord Reckavile in this room when the murder took place?” said Fletcher.
“No one, at least no living thing.”
“How did the other man escape from the room?”
“He did not escape, there was no other man.”