CHAPTER XXI

THE MURDERER (_Saturday, July 14; 10.40 p. m._) As we entered the drawing-room Brush rose. He was pale and palpably frightened. “Why are you worried?” Vance asked. “Suppose, sir, I should be blamed!” the man blurted. “It was I who left the front door open yesterday morning—I wanted to get some fresh air. And then you came and said something had happened to Mr. Kyle. I know I shouldn’t have unlatched the door.” (I realized then why he had acted in so terrified a manner.) “You may cheer up,” Vance …