CHAPTER XVI

A CALL AFTER MIDNIGHT (_Friday, July 13; 5.15 p. m._) We found Doctor Bliss in the drawing-room, slumped in a deep sprawling chair, his tweed hat pulled down over his eyes. Beside him stood Guilfoyle smirking triumphantly. Vance was annoyed, and took no pains to hide the fact. “Tell your efficient bloodhound to wait outside, will you, Sergeant?” “O. K.” Heath looked commiseratingly at Guilfoyle. “Out on the cement, Guil,” he ordered. “And don’t ask any questions. This ain’t a murder case—it’s a …