“What do you mean?”
“When you left your card under the door, with a note to say you must see him at once, I don’t suppose you forget the day,” and he looked at him with meaning.
“Are you suggesting that I⸺?”
“I am suggesting nothing,” said Collins, sternly. “I am citing facts.”
“If you think I had any hand in the murder, you had better arrest me,” said the other wildly.
“I am not a policeman, and do not go about arresting people. The police know their business. I am merely giving you a friendly warning against temper. And now I think I will go to bed. I am sure someone has been listening to our conversation. And if you don’t mind, I think I will take this.” And he picked up the revolver. Sanders watched him go without a word.
Chapter XIII.
The Car in the Dark
In spite of the adventures of the night, Collins was the first down in the morning. Old John was in the dining-room.
“Oh, sir,” he said, “Mr. Eric has gone off early this morning. He has left a note for Miss Mabel, and he left something for me as he always does, with a note to say he had to go back to London, and would have breakfast on the train.”
“Oh, yes,” said Collins. “Miss Watson told me he was going to-day, but I did not think he was going so early.”