“I know—I know. But would it not be to Statham’s interest to be on friendly terms with such a powerful factor in the Servian political world as Dr Petrovitch?”
“Well, it might. But you know how independent he is. He never goes into society, and has no personal friends. He’s utterly alone in the world—the loneliest man in London.”
“Then let us go a trifle further,” said Max at last. “Answer me one question. Is it or is it not, a fact that you were at the house in Cromwell Road on the night of—of their disappearance?”
Rolfe’s countenance changed in an instant. His lips went white.
“Why?” he faltered—“what do you mean to imply?—why—?”
“Because, Rolfe,” the other said in a hard, determined voice, “because I saw you there—saw you with my own eyes!”